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Coasting through Costa Rica

The friendly car park attendant at Playa Avellanas helped us find a place to camp.

Chatting to our potential host, she pointed to the bathroom and said “el baño, por ppfffffffftttttt (fart noises)”.

I burst out laughing and replied “En la mañana, en la mañana”.

I looked at Mark “this lady is hilarious, we are definitely staying here”.OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAOLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA  OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

Me and the poochMe and the pooch


We spent four nights in Costa Rica, surfing our way down the coast. Finally, we are in sync with the van. We drove for a few hours at both dawn and dusk, before the van started to play up. In the heat of the day, we spent time at Playa Avellanas, Playa Esterillos, Playa Dominical and Pavones. At this time of year they all had mellow waves that were great for learning. We had heard on the backpacker trail that Costa Rica is expensive and overrun by North American tourists. The van is great at helping us avoid these places more easily. In Costa Rica we were able to find cheap camping every night. At someone’s house, then at a campground, behind a restaurant and at a palm tree plantation.OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

Playa EsterillosPlaya Esterillos

Pulling out of Playa Dominical a group of pretty ladies walk past the van.

“That’s a sweet ride”

“That’s the only ride”

Mark doesn’t miss a beat, grinning at me “do you think they’re talking about me”.

“Haha yeah right”.Wax on, Playa Dominical.Wax on, Playa Dominical.

My favourite I think was Pavones, a fairly isolated spot down in the south. It was a beautiful drive to get there and is exactly how I’d pictured Costa Rica. Lush green jungle surrounds the bright blue water of the coastline. IMG_0545



It was short Costa Rica, but oh so sweet.OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA


I let out a deep breath as we left Honduras. We had no problems in the country that has the reputation for being the most dangerous and corrupt in Central America. No attempted bribes, and only one break in. This was entirely our fault though and at our request, Mark had locked the keys in the car.

Finally, we crossed the border into Nicaragua. Once again we had the border guards in stitches over our passport photos. They point at us, point at our photos and giggle. I think this might also be why we haven’t had any problems with any police or military personnel so far, they just don’t take us seriously.

Walking along the dusty road towards Gigante, I realized that this is exactly what I hoped to find in Nicaragua. There are no paved roads, farm animals run wild and we camped right on the beach at Playa Amarillo, with hardly anyone else around.




Loving our $13 camp showe.rLoving our $13 camp shower.

Washing day at Amarillo.Washing day at Amarillo.


Gigante was the perfect place to hang out for a few days. The waves at Amarillo were too heavy for me, but we found an amazing spanish school, Pie de Gigante, and finally signed up for lessons. It was great to see such tangible improvements in our spanish, as we started to learn how to conjugate verbs in different tenses. I wish I could say the same for my surfing.

On the way to school, overlooking Amarillo.

On the way to school, papayas overlooking Amarillo.

The classroom.

The classroom.

Coming home.

Coming home.

Trying to learn to read waves better.

I think the waves are in spanish, because I still can’t read them.

Although the area of coastline in the Rivas region is relatively undeveloped, surfers have definitely found their way here. We camped for a couple of days at Finca Popoyo, the carpark/bar overlooking the popular reef break. The waves were much better here, so it was fun for me to get out of the white wash and try to catch a proper wave.




It has been funny hanging out on the beaches, particularly in El Salvador and Nicaragua. Locals are often borrowing our surfboards or the computer, and the van is becoming a bit like our house in Edmonton – if a meal is being cooked, someone will probably pop over.

Fruit Loops anyone? We had to get them after seeing Toucans…obviously.

Of all the countries in Central America, I was most looking forward to visiting Nicaragua. It well and truly lived up to my expectations.