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In the final scene of True Romance (1993) full movie, Alabama drives herself and her injured beloved Clarence on a high way passing a sign reading “Last U.S. Exit, Mexican Border 5 miles”.
In that very moment, the music shifts from the ominous strains accompanying the chaotic final shootout in the Beverly Ambassador to the light and playful leitmotif that has been present throughout the rest of the movie. The score was written by Hans Zimmer and the familiar theme was drawn from an original composition by Carl Orff.
Once Clarence and Alabama have reached their final destination of a sandy beach in Baja, the end credits roll with Chris Isaak’s “Two Hearts” in the background . It’s a song that’s reminiscent of the works of Elvis Presley making me think that was a king singing the song himself. That song was recorded as part of Chris Isaak’s 1996 album of Baja Sessions .
Talking about Chris Isaak, he is an avid surfer having spent countless hours paddling around in the frigid waters around San Francisco after picking up the hobby in his thirties. Chris even paddled out into the monstrous waves of Mavericks. As a surfer, Chris will never be in the same league as Jack Johnson, but his dedication to the sport is genuine.
I’ve been into Baja plenty of times. I used to think that heading south would lead me to warmer waters, but in Baja, it turns out to be the opposite. The water in the northern half of Baja is actually colder than it is in Los Angeles and San Diego.
My first trip to Baja was during Spring Break of my first year in college. That is a trip featuring adventures at UCSD and SDSU, hot tubbing in the hills above Jamul, a beach bonfire and an all-you-can-drink night at a club in Tijuana. I had a blast, but once at your twenty-one, it’s only little flaw of spending time in Tijuana. Since, I have learned that Baja is much nicer when you go further south. The further you go, the nicer it gets
My second trip into Mexico was also during spring break of my senior year of college. It’s hard to imagine a more poorly planned trip, but it was probably the most memorable vacation I’ve taken in my life. We wanted to go on a whale-watching tour at Guerrero Negro, but it was expensive, so we spent the next few days hitchhiking around. Along the way, we spent an afternoon with the family of an abalone poacher. We drank three-dollar tequila from a plastic bottle chased with Pepsi while sitting around a campfire and took mushrooms while camping in a date palm grove on the edge of an oasis.
Still, the first time I actually surfed in Mexico was until a trip to Salsipuede. The break at Salsipuedes is a deep reef with a slow, rolling right. I was still very much a novice, riding a 6’7” in an ocean full of kelp and longboards, and I only managed to catch a single wave that day. The second time I surfed in Mexico was a week-long camping trip I took by myself after leaving my job and beginning my extended travels that took me to South Africa. It was in March, and the waves were pretty weak. It was my first time surfing a point break, and your first experience surfing so close to rocks can be a pretty harrowing experience.
When I arrived at the beach, the Radiohead song “Motion Picture Soundtrack” was playing on my car stereo. To this day I can’t hear the song without thinking of how two solid days of driving, the final fifty miles over a teeth-rattling hardpan road, came to an end as I parked atop a sand dune and first witnessed the utter peacefulness of that isolated beach. Those days on the beach were a very unique experience, because I was entirely alone for most of the time. That trip came to an end when I ran out of water. On my way through the desert back to the highway, I picked up a hitchhiker who later be a police. At the border, the agents took one look at my dust-covered truck and unshaven face and decided it would be far too audacious for someone so scruffy-looking to smuggle drugs, so they waved me through without an inspection.
Watching surf videos encourage me to get back into the water. My boss has recently suggested I take a vacation, so I’ve been giving some thought to heading all the way down to Scorpion Bay. It’s a long way down, but the descriptions I’ve heard make it sound pretty irresistible.