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”.
Me 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.
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.
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.
It was short Costa Rica, but oh so sweet.