To the Land of the Shaka

A week ago, Kyle told me last minute that he was going to be heading out to some beach 30 minutes away from Tamarindo, so I said of course. You see, he has a friend that he life guards with who emptied out his bank account with his wife and moved down to Costa Rica to buy a small hotel. We hit up Brad, his friend, and he gave us a sweet deal to head down to Playa Negra.

Playa Negra is a beach that doesn't exactly have tourists year round, especially during the rainiest month of the year (October). The town there of Los Pargos has two stores and a smattering of restaurants and surf tour spots. The beach is know for its sick surf and beautiful sunsets. Everybody in the town is pretty darn cool as well as being from other countries. Living among the teague forests here it is just a bunch of surfers. Every time that someone drove by, they threw up the shaka and went on their way. When we got out there, we went out to the beach to try and catch the sunset. Boy, did we. This was a great start to a relaxed weekend. Kyle and I came back to make some stir fry that absolutely hit the spot since Costa Ricans apparently never eat very many veggies.

The next day was such a lazy morning. We woke up and just sat in our comfy beds. We sliced open some pineapple and just chilled out Costa Rican style. Eventually we figured that it would be a good idea to head down to enjoy the beach. After a quick run to the store, we got some surf boards and headed out. We got in a bit of surfing, but we weren't totally feeling it. However, we did get in some great body surfing. Not much more to it other than a pretty beach and tasty waves. We headed on back. Relaxed. Made some great pasta and went to sleep.

The next morning we just lounged around a bit more before heading back to where our bus back to San Jose was. When we showed up, the town square was filled with HORSES. There was a big event going on where people would ride horses down a lane and try to catch a metal ring with this small pen in their hand. Crazy. Seemed like a great day to just sleep on the bus back.

However, that wasn't meant to be. The bus that we got tickets for apparently didn't exist at the time we bought it for. Instead he had to wait another two hours till 5 to leave. Ten it was all right. Wrong. at about 8 o'clock our bus broke down. We waited outside of this random store until 11:30 pm to get another bus to take us to San Jose. We pulled in at 1:40 am, and I got back to Heredia at 2. Great weekend with a crazy end. Pura Vida, I guess.