bojon crew off to new orleans this weekend to take in the magic that is Jazz Fest. perhaps the best combination of food, music, and partying on the planet.
without question, good for the soul.
if you happen to be in the Big Easy this weekend for the Fest, track us down. we set up shop in front of the main stage each day.
find us at the bojon flag . . .
we'll look something like this . . .
pulled this gem from the archives - jazz fest prep '01:
oh yeah, we are getting close. this past weekend, hit seattle for one last training session with gandalf, a professional who shows up when he is most needed and least expected. focus was on mastering the comfort level with the extreme buzz while in a city away from home.
really pushed the limits saturday night. you know, just to see if there are limits. i must say, we've got this engine purrin like a pussy cat (right, huck). opened her up on the freeway and put the pedal down. hit 160 and was still accelerating. very solid. dare i say, we are ahead of schedule.
all the best, see you at the Fest
SARS is no laughing matter, but the fashion spoof it has inspired does have a touch of humor to it. check out this shot that is currently making its way to an inbox near you. perhaps lacking in taste, but definitely not lacking in style . . .
more info from our heroes, bryan and carl, as the adventures of the bojon surf team continue in El Salvador . . .
The guy was so messed up that he didnīt even try to run. He kept having convulsions as he was standing. The police came and everything but there was nothing they could do. Somehow he managed to get away with about $50 from my shorts pockets. It could have been worse. Needless to say, tonight we are going to lock the door (donīt ask).
On the other hand, the waves were great again this morning. That part of the trip has been fantastic. Knowing it gets windy every afternoon, we surfed for about 4 hours again. Thatīs about my limit.
We head to the east side tomorrow. They call it the "Wild East." Canīt wait to see what itīs like over there. Iīd tell you that I wish you were here with me, but Iīm not too sure you would enjoy it. We won't have internet or phone access over there so I'll get in touch when we get back to the US.
Itīs about time for my siesta.
sounds about sketch . . . sketchy
here are a few more shots from the trip:
waves galore . . .
bustling city life . . .
like a bunch of surf spots in Central America, El Salvador offers a steady blend of world-class waves and third-world lawlessness.
two of bojon's finest, bryan mcmandon and carl segerstrale, are currently getting a heavy dose of both as they carve waves by day and fend off criminals by night.
here is an email report bryan sent in:
First night in town, after surfing all day, we ate some dinner and went to bed at around 9:00. Itīs crazy hot down here, even at night, and our hostel/hotel didn't have AC. It also smells of cat piss, and there is only one shared bathroom. But that was OK because we were super tired (couldnīt really sleep on the overnight flight) and the fans were blowing.
What we didnīt realize was that a band had setup right across the street and was going to play latin hip-hop rock all night long. Needless to say it was impossible to sleep with the noise as we lay in the room sweating. Finally, the noise stopped, but we soon realized it was because there was a power outage -this also stopped the fan. During this time the band continued to play their drums and a couple of locals fired off some pistols - no kidding.
Finally fell asleep around 3:00 am and slept right through the morning surf. Found out later that day the pistols were fired because of a fight - one guy was shot in the head and killed. Evidently this is not uncommon in Libertad.
Anyway, we upgraded to a better place and have been surfing and sleeping as much as we wanted the last two days. The water is polluted and nasty, but the waves are absolutely insane. Unfortunately, we can't take photographs at the main break "Punta Roca" because locals tell us we will risk being robbed by the crackheads who hang out up there.
Not really sure what to believe, but why risk it. We will be in this town - La Libertad until tomorrow (leaving wed.) and then we travel to the less populated East side of the country.
whoa nelly . . .
a few pics from the trip:
shapely point break . . .
carl securing the moon rig . . .
the sun rising over Las Flores . . .
check out our canadian correspondent, D-Villain, getting his groove on with a squaw from the great white north . . .
regardless of whether you were for or against the war, you had to get a kick out of the Iraqi Information Minister, Mohammed Saeed al-Sahaf (MSS). i mean, this guy made mr. rogers' land of make-believe seem, well, downright believable.
the way MSS colored the events of the war to support his hallucinatory vision of Iraqi dominance has already become the commentary of legend. MSS put the "spin" in spin, the "slant" in slant, and the "twist" in twist.
MSS could look you in the eye with the barrel of a gun pointing right in his face and say, "i've got you right where i want you." and he made his ludicrous assertions with such conviction that he actually made you second guess what was really going on.
some clever folks have now posted a website in MSS's honor at WeLoveTheIraqiInformationMinister.com. check it out if you can get to it (traffic has crashed its servers off and on the last few days). the site provides a collection of MSS's most outlandish statements.
some of the classics:
"Our initial assessment is that they will all die"
"We have destroyed 2 tanks, fighter planes, 2 helicopters and their shovels - We have driven them back."
"We have them surrounded in their tanks"
"I triple guarantee you, there are no American soldiers in Baghdad."
"We will kill them all........most of them."
"they are nowhere near the airport ..they are lost in the desert...they can not read a compass...they are retarded."
"Our estimates are that none of them will come out alive unless they surrender to us quickly."
"We have retaken the airport. There are NO Americans there. I will take you there and show you. IN ONE HOUR!"
"Yes, the american troops have advanced further. This will only make it easier for us to defeat them"
"You can go and visit those places. Nothing there, nothing at all. There are Iraqi checkpoints. Everything is okay."
ok then, Don Quixote, just keep slaying those giants . . .
caught this advice while passing through cleveland over the weekend . . .
gotta love it as the duct tape craze continues to sweep the nation!!!
michael moore take note: the power of the duct is very real indeed.
caught a classic california sunset surf session this evening: the kind that puts you at ease and helps you get comfortable with the chaos of this world.
snapped this shot from the parking lot before heading home.
struck me as the type of experience that a kid in pennsylvania dreams about as he packs his car and sets off for the west coast.
also brought to mind the profound wisdom of one jeff spicoli.
giving new meaning to the phrase . . .