This being my first attempt at surfing my arms feel less like flesh and more like overcooked pasta.
Since I can't always be surfing*, thankfully much fun can be had just taking in the sites. Sayulita is nested in a nice protected cove which makes it easy to take in the surfing and the coastline at the same time. I have never been to any part of Mexico, so I'm equally excited to see the giant alien looking fronds littering the runoffs leading to the ocean as I am the crashing surf and the brown surfers who mock it. I need to spend more time hanging down on the beach. One problem has remained since I arrived: Necesito la guitarra! I've heard rumors of an old man that peddles some cheap guitars on the beach but I have yet to run in to him. I guess I need to spend more time on the sand -- not just in the water or in a bed.
So long as you find a nice stretch of beach that hasn't already been "decorated" by the very well established canine population (think dog doo cooking in the hot sun), it's possible to sit back, relax, and see some pretty fantastic surfage by the locals. I enjoy their company much more from the beach (with Marc's 300mm lens) than when out on the water competing for waves (for which I am always the last in line). These guys can surf any wave and make everything look so easy in the process.
*For me its closer to a flushing of the sinuses.