Tapered right-hander, warm water, not too many people around, and the grace of a girl in perfect trim, why wouldn't you want to go on a surf trip right now?

If this wave was breaking in the shadow of the Huntington or San Clemente piers there would be about 50 surfers swarming it, paddling around each other like locust. Hence the value of getting off the grid from time to time.

Hard to beat the simplicity of the surf life in Central America. It's little wonder they rank as some of the happiest people on earth. Long days, good waves and a nightly feed based on whatever the local fishermen brings in. Not a bad way to go.

With plenty of surf on offer and a bounty of setups to explore, the biggest dilemma for a local surfer is where to go.

San Salvador is the hard-luck capital of El Salvador and but a stones throw from the Pacific. Traveling surfers fly in, get out of city limits as quick as they can, escaping the urban hazards in the relative tranquility of the rural countryside.

Surf all day, then come rinse the salt and sunscreen off in the freshwater pool on the cliff as the sun sets into the Pacific. Not a bad way to spend the day, even if it sounds suspiciously like a Corona commerical.

No matter where in the world you go, as long as there's a wave breaking bodysurfing is in the cards. Unidentified sliding into a glassy little pier-side wedge.

Standard street scene in San Salvador. Like a lot of Latin countries work isn't always easy to come by, which means many a day are spent in idle waiting, hoping for a chance to earn a little money.

Green and lush, El Salvador's countryside is ideal for the wanderer who's not afraid to get a little muddy and bit by a few bugs. But ultimately tromping through rainforests and backroads does payoff.

For a good portion of the trip Osborne and company posted up at the house on the point that looked right down onto this wave. When you've got it this good why keep exploring?