Last night, just as we lay down for the evening, there was a very loud explosion just behind our cabina. Then another and more to follow… fireworks. Apparently the fact that it’s the weekend is enough reason to blow stuff up. I’ve honestly lost track of the days already. It’s not hard to do when you have nothing you have to do. I recommend it. The howler monkeys apparently don’t share the same sentiment and they were pissed. They expressed their disapproval for a solid fifteen minutes after the grand finale and then everything was quiet. The wind even chilled out, which kind of sucks because it was about 85 degrees and as I mentioned in an earlier post, we don’t have a/c. Ah we’ll, the alarm is set for 5:15, because we have a surf lesson at 6am.
I kid you not, at exactly 5:15 when the alarm went off, so did the howler monkey! I guess he didn’t want us to sleep late and miss our lesson. That’s the magic that is Costa Rica. We showed up at Mato’s Surf Shop at 5:50 am. The sun wasn’t up yet, but it was beginning to get light out. Our instructor Juan was confident that we’d show up because “we were adults.” He obviously doesn’t know us. He rode up on his bicycle precisely at six. The wind was insane and he put on a wetsuit because he said for him the water would be “frio”. That’s so cute. A young medical student from Nebraska joined us and we had a blast. The waves were few and far between and the wind continued to crank, but we gave it hell and more often than not, we got up. On one of the better waves I popped up just like Juan had shown me and my 46 year old back also popped like a canon, which is the reason that I drank a good 3/4 of the bottle of the local hooch at 9am. It’s purely medicinal and I also have a nice hot cup of coffee, so there’s no reason for concern.
Jack stopped by and we had a great conversation. I ran out of matches while trying to light a cigar in the wind. He gave me one of his many lighters, as by his own account he subsists on a healthy diet of coffee and cigarettes. Then the guaro kicked in and I had a great nap in the hammock. I woke up a little “groggy”, but my back felt great.
We went back to FT’s, the little whole in the wall place we found just across the street from Witches Rock surf camp, for another great dinner. Then we wandered across the street and down to the beach where I smoked a cigar and Wen took some cool pictures of the sunset. We both remarked that as pretty as it was, our sunsets on Tybee are just as impressive. The howler monkeys are back at it and the power just went out for about fifteen minutes. Our host came by with candles and just as Wen lit one, the power came back on. Tomorrow is our last day here in Tamarindo and I’m gonna miss Jack. Monday morning we jump back on the local bus and head for the mountains north of San José for another couple of days and a new adventure, before we head home in the middle of the night on Thursday.