Chris Cote Uncovers A Smuggling Operation

FYI: Chris’ head isn’t that fat; the video is stretched out horizontally.

Smugglers Hit The Beach In Encinitas

By Chris Cote

My brother texted me early this morning saying that a panga boat had washed up at DELETED, our home break. Last time this happened, about a ton of marijuana washed up with the boat prompting every stoner within a ten-mile radius to break out their beach gear and go searching for herb. On this morning however, there was no dope on the beach, just a panga painted in the classic Mexican style and named “Fabiola-IV”—presumably after someone’s mother or girlfriend (isn’t that who people name boats after?). Using my keen sense of observation, I took from the wreckage that this boat was not intended to crash on my home beach, it had three full tanks of gas, some water jugs, and a nice looking engine—this was probably an accident, the mule or smuggler who was driving the boat screwed up and is somewhere in Encinitas right now all wet and bummed because his bosses back in Mexico are gonna beat his ass when, and if, he ever gets home.

On this morning however, there was no dope on the beach, just a panga painted in the classic Mexican style and named “Fabiola-IV”

According to an unnamed Encinitas County lifeguard, the panga washed up at approximately 3:30 a.m. last night—the guard got the job of sitting on the beach watching the boat bob in the shore break all night and didn’t seem to stoked about it.

What we don’t know is if the boat was carrying people, drugs, or both—either way, there were no people or drugs on the beach when I got there, just three local news trucks and a bunch of out-of-place newanchors walking down the beach in dress shoes and suits.

The crack news team at TransWorld SURF discovers a smuggling operation at a local beach. Photo: Chris Cote/iPhone

The crack news team at TransWorld SURF discovers a smuggling operation at a local beach. Photo: Chris Cote/iPhone

In the past few months, reports of illegal immigrants being delivered to North County beaches have been growing. They generally come in the middle of the night and are promptly picked up by the partners of whoever dropped them off. On a recent TransWorld SURF lunchtime surf at Turnarounds in Carlsbad, we stumbled across eight barely used life jackets that had the familiar smell of Tijuana (yes, we know what Tijuana smells like and we’re not saying it’s a bad smell, just distinct).

Google “drug running in Carlsbad” and you’ll see a bunch of the stories, most of them are pretty boring though. My question is; does whoever saw the boat first get dibs on it? It’s a pretty cool boat, and if the lifeguards want, the crew at Transworld SURF would love to use it as our new surf-panga—just saying.