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The Staph feels much better on day 2 of 1999 and we enjoy good
surf under sunny sky's. There aren't any crowds which is extraordinarily
unusual for this hot, localized surf spot, a mere 60 miles south of the
border.
The local Cantina opens to show the American Football games so I sit
with Scott and sample the wide variety of Tequila that they have to offer
while quaffing ice cold Pacifico. A quick run-in with the Mexican
KGB fills out the day and we spend the remainder of the evening talking
story around the campfire.
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