In Search of Captain Zero : A Surfer's Road Trip Beyond the End of the Road

In 1996, Allan Weisbecker sold his home and his possessions, loaded his dog and surfboards into his truck, and set off in search of his long-time surfing companion, Patrick, who had vanished into the depths of Central America. In this rollicking memoir of his quest from Mexico to Costa Rica to unravel the circumstances of Patrick's disappearance, Weisbecker intimately describes the people he befriended, the bandits he evaded, the waves he caught and lost en route to finding his friend. In Search of Captain Zero is, according to Outside magazine, "A subtly affecting tale of friendship and duty. [It] deserves a spot on the microbus dashboard as a hell of a cautionary tale about finding paradise and smoking it away." In Search of Captain Zero: A Surfer's Road Trip Beyond the End of the Road is a Booksense 76 Top Ten selection for September/October. In 1996, Allan Weisbecker sold his home and his possessions, loaded his dog and surfboards into his truck, and set off in search of his long-time surfing companion, Patrick, who had vanished into the depths of Central America. In this rollicking memoir of his quest from Mexico to Costa Rica to unravel the circumstances of Patrick's disappearance, Weisbecker intimately describes the people he befriended, the bandits he evaded, the waves he caught and lost en route to finding his friend. -- Provided by publisher A surfer, photojournalist, and author of Cosmic Banditos describes his two-year odyssey south from Mexico to Central America to search for his missing long-time friend and surfing companion, Christopher, whom he finally discovered living in a primeval rain forest, and his bizarre adventures and experiences along the way. Reprint. 17,500 first printing. In 1996, surfer and photojournalist Allan Weisbecker sold his home in Montauk, Long Island, loaded his dog and surfboards into his truck, and set off in search of his lifelong friend Christopher, who had vanished into the wilds of Central America At first light this morning, I put some water in the kettle, fired up the stove, then stepped out of La Casita Viajera (the little house that travels) and looked seaward to see what the surf had done overnight.