Straight off a 30 something hour stint on a plane from Bali, I washed a couple tank tops and hopped onto a red-eye flight to Nicaragua. Already on the flying machine and smelling like Central America were the Franks brothers (Stevie, Danny, and Dustin), my brother Grant, and Santa Cruz solo mission man Steve Thomas. Once we got there, we were immediately pulled over by la policia. Laughter and porn were exchanged before we got stopped another mile down the road. Now completed depleted we charged down the dirt roads and forged rivers to get to our destination. I'd show you the waves we surfed, but I uploaded these ones instead. Those pics will come soon. I promise. But in then mean time, if you are thinking about getting some warm barrels down there, you can hit up the boys at NicaSurfing.com They're a cool bunch of guys with local knowledge down there. And if you want to keep it all in Newps, stay at the Giants Foot surf camp with Chapin Krueter and Jack Yusefari (sorry if I hacked your name). These loc dawgs have the whole boat thing dialed. And they have topless chefs.