Wild West and Vanlife at San Pedrito Beach
When I came back to San Pedrito Beach in February 2018, the situation was already about to boil over. At this time, escalating civil unrest was about to unfold, which required the intervention of the real power from La Paz. Well, the owner had to make a decree when Jens and Pablo the local longboard pro had a turmoil over some silly b/s. Well, I didn’t understand it, but it wasn’t my task to facilitate a peace agreement. I was busy enough with my objectives and mourning about my missing paddle muscles.
The point is that Iraq was a delicate territory with too much politics. The bad thing was that I had to stay at the Sheriff’s place until I got my bandwagon. So I was entirely in the middle of some tensions. Thank god, I found an excellent van on Baja Craigslist. A Spanish couple was desperate to sell their 1980 Dodge van, and I was desperate to buy. Also, we could make the deal in Euro. Now I had all the freedom to move, and after a few days, I decided to relocate myself to the 3rd option of San Pedrito Beach called “Somalia.”
Desperado Vanlife At San Pedrito, El Pescadero B.C.S.
The very north part of San Pedrito Beach remained to be the wild west. Iraq got separated from the northern region by a 4″ deep ditch, called the “Trump Trench.” I guess it was designed to keep economic refugees away entering from the north side of San Pedrito a.k.a. Somalia. The territory here was a failed state ruled by a more or less self-declared governor called “Timmy.” He seemed to be the dominant local warlord. I guess the simple social rules in Somalia promote the best surfer becoming the governor of this territory, which put me at the end of the pecking order.
That was ok since Timmy was not eager to abuse his power. He only got active if someone in his kingdom started to pollute his precious air. Otherwise, zero f**ks were given by the governor. Still, you could always ask him for a piece of good advice, which made him a very accessible ruler.