their is an old man who tends the yard here at the hostel. he wears navy blue shorts almost as dark as the skin on his naked back. this tanned leather covers his humped shoulders and the muscle of a life of good work. every morning he is raking the sand in the court yard or sweeping the floors under the awnings. he works diligently, talks ( Read more... )

thursday was the highest tide i´ve seen yet, and combined with the huge swell that´s hitting the coast my commute across the beach to the surf break was nearly impassable. when the tide is low it´s a tranquil and beautiful walk. it´s the kind of walk i would travel thousands of miles for, braving border officials and the rigors of bus travel. ( Read more... )

a bumpy, dusty, and muddy road. evening sets in and i'm worn from the day. my companion, a goose bound in an old rice bag, bounces along with me in the back of this pickup truck. he seems more worn then me, but maybe he's thinking about the dinner for the nicaraguan revolution celebration on sunday. our surf boards are strapped to the top of ( Read more... )

adios amigo, i miss you already ( Read more... )

the country side here has a marked difference, as we traveled north the land flatend out along the coast. what were once densely jungled hills have given way to grass planes broken with lines and spots of trees. weather this is for agriculture or a natural shift in ecosystems i can't say, but the grass blows in the wind giving a sense of ( Read more... )

cabuya feels off the beaten path. actually the only road here is little more than a beaten path, so that's not literally true. the town is a handful of ranches, a bar, and a few restaurants strewn across this dusty trail. it is populated mainly by cows and the few ranchers who keep them. an odd place to find yourself, and in the heat of the ( Read more... )

i finally got a decent day of surf in. i had to take a cab with some guys to a different break, because santa teresa wasn´t rideable for me. the swell is still up pretty high, so what better time to head inland and finally see some animals ( Read more... )

the surf here rules.

jacó is a town that nobody seems to like. rather, it´s a town that everybody loves to hate. it´s great if you want cocaine or herpes, or you want to drink your brains out. it´s a service industry place, so it´s filled with tourists passing through to party or fatin´it up in resturants. and i miss it. it´s not the aforementioned hookers or ( Read more... )

i´ve been getting up around 5:30 to catch the morning high tide. it closes out here in jaco at low tide, so if you want to surf this is when you go. this morning i caught some really amazing rides. i´m getting stronger in the water, and am making a quicker bottom turn. i don´t know how to describe the feeling when you really get locked into a ( Read more... )