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Trip Start Nov 03, 2009
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Flag of Costa Rica  , Province of Puntarenas,
Wednesday, November 11, 2009


3 buses, a hell ride in a '89 Benz, and a comfortable but bumpy cab ride in a red van…we made it to Dominical a little over 12 hours from which we started.  Santa Catalina to Sona, Sona to Santiago, Santiago to David, David to the border, and the border to our final destination.  Everything went relatively smooth considering. 

On the first bus the board bag blocked the center aisle which seemed to frustrate some of the locals.  Our bags got rained on for a little while during the ride to Santiago, but luckily they pulled them inside the bus for us.  The next ride was on a very comfortable Greyhound-type bus, fully equipped with reclining seats and TV’s.  Once in David we were a little unsure about what to do.  Mike did the re-con, Brian and I watched the stuff.  Even though we hoped for a bus, we got a $25 cab ride with my man in the Benz…he was on it!  Going 130 km/h in rainy conditions definitely had Brian and I shook-up, especially since there were no seat-belts and it felt as if the wheels were going to rattle off the axels. 

After customs we were in "Potato’s" taxi cruising toward Dominical.  As a kind gesture I threw him a CD of mine and surprisingly he gave me one in return…very anxious to listen to it.  Luckily there was an I-pod adapter so we jammed out to Mike’s music for a change. 

$90 later we checked in to San Clemente Cabañas and scored a sick 3 bedroom with a private bath and a/c.  $10 per night…oh and it’s right on the beach.  No more walking through mud or on top lava rock anymore.  Ha-ha however I did throw a clean tee over my pillow because the mold is gnarly.  Welcome to Costa Rica.


 Once again, forgot to write the past couple of days because the surf has been pretty damn fun…early morning low-tide barrels.  Wind stays offshore normally until about 11-1 p.m.  We’ve been on it waaaayyy before that though.  5:35 a.m. this morning and 6 the morning before.  Crowds haven’t really been too bad either…the water from the river keeps it pretty spread out.  Feels amazing to be surfed out; this is why we made this trip.  Who would of thought Dominical? 

There are many Americans here; many.  It’s weird going from the jungle of Panama to here.  English is widely spoken, prices are more expensive, and there are way more places to go and things to see.  Bars, restaurants, yoga/massage, endless surf schools, and even a little row of hippies selling trinkets right on the beach.  As for girls here, ha-ha I have definitely fallen in love at least four or five times. 

At this very moment Brian is laying in his bed bumping some “Rick Ross” on his I-pod speakers.  Mike is trying hard to keep it together because he’s broken two boards in the past two days; one of which he bought yesterday for $385 with fins and a pad.  A little 5’6” pig nose rocketfish.  Now they are getting fixed by some California dude on the corner…meanwhile Mike is debating buying a Red Beauty…more money. 

My throat is really sore and I am a little congested.  I think the culprit is our mold-infested room.  But it’s rainy season and unfortunately mold and mildew are found in many places.

Going to scope out a few more places tomorrow if the surf isn’t fun…getting sick is the last thing I need.  Took some Alieve and vitamins to help me recuperate from the 4 ½ hour surf session.  Rain has slacked so about to get food and make a run the ATM (again).



 Starting to really enjoy the trip these days.  Maybe that’s the reason I have not touched pen to paper in three days now.  Surf has been incredibly fun and the past two days were close to maxing out.  Brian surfed heavy draining barrels with one other person for close to three hours while I went with Mike as he reluctantly bought the “Red Beauty”.  That board is sick…definitely want to get Jimmy to shape me something very similar.  Getting dialed in on my own board as well.  It was only about waist-high plus and a little onshore, but laid down plenty of top turns. 

Time flies when you’re having fun…been surfing 4-5 hours a day and it feels good to be back in top shape again.  We also moved to the Sun Dancer…a tight place with a pool and outdoor cantina.  The room has smooth marble floors, diesel fans, two rooms, and a gangster bathroom.  $2 more a night that San Clemente but it is well worth it.  Also we are in a much better part of town…supermarket across the street and restaurants all over the place.  Favorites so far are Tortilla Flats and the local “Soda”.        

Supposed to be a re-opening of some bar right up the street tomorrow night…models and it’s ladies night.  Could be fun, could be lame…but you better believe we’re going to rage.


 Didn’t make it out of bed until about 4:30 p.m. this afternoon.  Guarro ruined me at the after party.  Brian, myself, and 7 local ticas with a pool and outdoor bar.  Ha-ha too bad they were married or had kids.  Shit. 

Pissed about my day today; didn’t surf and it looked really fun before dark.  Not to worry, there’s more swell on the way.  Met a few nice couples from the States last night.  One from Ventura, CA and the other from Charlottesville, VA.  The VA couple had spent some time in the Outer Banks so we clicked immediately.  They even knew Allison and Bianca (girls I  had worked with back at home).  Cutting the entry short tonight…need sleep and water.  Need to call the parents as well.


 Peace out Dominical…it’s been real.  Surfed our brains out, infiltrated the “local” scene, and had a bunch of fun in between.  Sketchy local Carlos can kiss my ass, ha-ha he was the only one who constantly tried to hustle us.  Would really enjoy to come back and kick it with Andreas and Justin just waiting for the tide to change.  Perhaps we will, but for now…Bocas del Toro (Mouth of the Bull a.k.a Bulls’ Mouth). 

Swell came to our attention yesterday, did the re-con, and now we’re leaving on a 4:30 a.m. bus.  Going to be another long night of tossing and turning…I hate anxious sleep.  But how else should I feel?  Bocas is the type of place I have always wanted to go.  Turquoise water, reef points, crazy habitat, and legendary party scene.  Plan to stay the 22nd-27th…hopefully it will be a rewarding Thanksgiving.  Going to miss Mom’s cooking and Dad’s turkey, but this is a once in a lifetime trip.
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