We hit up the strippers alot in Ensenada, because there was absolutely nothing else to do after dark. They came in all shapes and sizes.

We were putting on our wetsuits Outside a sardine factory, this truck comes barrelling around the corner and about fifty pounds of sardines spill out onto the road, flopping around. They're immediatley swarmed by seagulls. But another truck comes around the corner, and plows through this writhing mass off feathers. Three of the birds were pinned to the road by their own guts. I watched them issue their dying breaths. That's the circle of life, Mexican style.

Chuchillo. Drew that early on in Ensenada, in the wretched zone of northern Baja.

Gerble herders at the peak of exasperation.

This is the bellychuck of fringe lip.