Illicit lovers TJ Holmes and Amy Robach shake off job loss with sexy jaunt to ultra-deadly wave dubbed the “Mexican Pipeline” after likely inspiration from surf journalist!

An affair to remember.

If there is one story that you have been following, outside of surfing, I am certain it is the sexual tale of television morning hosts TJ Holmes, Amy Robach their illicit tryst and subsequent job loss. The two, who co-anchored the third hour of Good Morning, America, and both seemingly happily married to others, were caught out in New York City, last fall, with each other’s hands on each other’s bum bums.

Yikes.

They were both taken off air while the business was “investigated,” became separated from their respective husband and wife, were snapped much by enterprising photographers in flagrante delicato and then informed that it would “be best” if they found work elsewhere.

But how does one celebrate such a crescendo?

With a trip to Mexico’s deadliest wave, of course.

Puerto Escondido, or the Mexican Pipeline, is truly something to behold. I wrote about the place for Lonely Planet’s Epic Surf Breaks of the World and would you like a taste?

There is likely no better feeling than sitting on a sweltering beachfront patio in Mexico, languid fan spinning overhead, sipping a still cold margarita, salt, rocks, nibbling shrimp tacos garnished with fresh pico de gallo while gallons of saltwater pour all over them from a sunburned nose. So why are my knees pulled to my chest like a frightened little kitty cat right now? Why is my heart pounding so hard that I swear it might leap right out of my throat on that next margarita sip?

The chair underneath me quakes and my senses return. Because this sweltering patio fronts Puerto Escondido and Mexico’s most notorious, dangerous, biggest, famous, superlative wave is just 500 yards away, thundering on the sand. Snapping boards in half, eating grown surfers whole.

I’d come to the Mexican Pipeline, as it’s called, to test myself. To push beyond what had become my comfort zone, namely soft southern California reef breaks, groomed Australian point breaks and warm, shoulder high tropical barrels. Becoming a surf journalist had opened up a world of ease and, as I looked myself square in the mirror one day, was disappointed with the tanned but softened visage looking back.

You can finish the exciting tale by purchasing here and I have to think that Holmes and Robach read, themselves, and decided an act of derring-do is exactly what they, themselves, needed. Something to chase the disappointment of blowing up marriages and families for a workplace affair with.

Feels pretty cool to be the inspiration behind the journey.

Oh shoot.

I just realized they went to Puerto Vallarta not Puerto Escondido.

Well, next time.