OK OK so I've been totally slack at updating my blog since we left the hammock strewn sunny beaches of Costa Rica. I will however try to recap some of the past events below...
We started early on the morning of saturday the 16th of June to beat the crowd at the border crossing into Costa Rica. I was still feeling pretty set back from the ongoing bug that had knocked us down in Nicaragua. But early was the right option and as such we didn't have any issues with crowds and queues - something we had been warned about. We caught a bus once on the Costa Rican side that took us to Liberia and from there caught another to Tamarindo.
Tamarindo aka Tamagringo had a reputation of being highly westernised and unauthentic and yes it is...but it isn't as bad as many let on. Yes, there are many bars, restaurants, shops and hotels, but I think you could probably have a good time if you had a fun crowd - something like Seminyak in
Bali. In any case it didn't matter because we didn't intend on staying around. Instead, we caught a taxi out of town some 15km further south to Playa Avellanas which gained a reputation in the popular nineties surfing movie 'The Endless Summer II' although I had forgotten this. The township of Playa Avellanas wasn't much more than a gravel road with a couple resorts and other smaller accommodation options scattered along it.
We settled on a cabana at a place called Mauna Lao which seemed pretty nice with a pool and air conditioning - something a little nicer for out last days in the tropics.
We kept to a pretty leisurely routine for the following three days. Lazy mornings in bed, then walk down through the mangroves to the beach, set up hammocks, I surf while Jane reads, more relaxing in the sun, delicious lunch at nearby 'Lola's on the Beach', head back for showers then look for an impossible to find good dinner option.
In the end our impending departure loomed and we set off to experience Tamarindo for the night before heading off to San Jose where our flight on to the US awaited.
The last thirty six hours in Central America were pretty uneventful. Our night in Tamarindo was pretty sedate. A good meal and a couple drinks at a nearby bar. The bus to San Jose was hot, long and uncomfortable and our hostel in the capital wasn't much better but as the wheels of our plane left the Tarmac I could only hope it wouldn't be too long before our next chance to practice our Spanish and savour the flavourful hecticness of the Latino shores.
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