In the summer of 2008 some friends and I were staying in a house near Loreto in Baja California. Sitting in the small airport waiting for our plane I looked across the waiting room and saw a tall, blonde kid that looked surprisingly familiar. After a longer look the face became recognizable as Coco Dupont. He has been a friend of mine for about 4 years. He was by himself high fiving and shaking the hands of all the bar tenders and locals, speaking fluent Spanish. It was like he was one of the locals himself. He had taken a bus over 100 miles to go surfing for the weekend and hitched a ride to the airport to go back home. Seeing a familiar face in deep Baja California was as surprising as it was entertaining.