Gaucho en la Playa - 3/21/2002
I have limited funds and a general fear of the water, spring break
found me in Mexico this year. Rocky Point to be exact. Here's a
little ditty about what I found.
I must admit that I had two prevailing impressions in my large
cranium of what a trip to Rocky Point might involve, namely, a gaudy
resort and frat boys. Thankfully, yet regretfully I was proven
wrong. Why the contradictory juxtaposition of emotions? Well, I was
thankful because I saw no frat boys. But then of course, there were
no sorority girls around either. Unfortunate in one sense but
despite the lack of thong clad buns, RP, as I have come to call it,
offered what I have no doubt was a taste of authentic Mexican
culture (compared to Nogales at least) and miles of beautiful
The weather was a bit chilly and the ocean was god dammed frigid.
For fun we drew straws to see who would have to jump in that schlong
shrinker they call the Gulf of Cee A. The bloke who lost the draw
took to his fate with bravery. That was enough for one day. On the
morrow, the rest of our group decided to also get wet. To make a
short story shorter two of our group, myself included, suffered
Sting Ray stings! I guess that's why they call them STING
Rays. Anyway my wounds were relatively mild compared to the
bleeding, pussing gash the other girl suffered.
Overall, I returned to the states satisfied. Sure I wouldn't have
minded a few more coeds passing by the tent flap or perhaps a little
bit of sun so that my body temperature could have remained above 90
degrees. And I wouldn't have complained if all of the dangerous
water creatures weren't in attack mode but what are you gonna do?
Generally speaking, RP was a worthwhile adventure.