some photos

(View from our balcony at Tranquilo Backpackers in Santa Teresa)

(Lorraine at the bus stop in Nicoya at the beginning of our bus, taxi marathon to Santa Teresa)

(Lorraine and I on the path to the beach in Santa Teresa)

(On the beach at Santa Teresa)

(Main road of Santa Teresa, lined with sodas, restaurants and hostels. And gutters that smell like a sewer and have either grey or neon green water filled with trash, and empty right into the creek, that empties right into the beach where we surf. CA residents please call your local Regional Water Quality Control Board and thank them for all their hard work.)


(Pre-made rum and coke out of a can! Not so helpful for recovering from a 2 hour hike down the beach in the heat of the day.)

Well, we finally have a swell after a week of waist high surf in Nosara. Today the waves were about head high, peaky lefts and rights all over. I surfed for about 4 hours this morning, until there was no more wax left on my board and I could barely paddle. The surf was no good this evening, blown-out, but the sunset illuminated the whole sky and ocean with bright blue, gold and pink. Santa Teresa is a cool town, lots of European bohemian backpacker types. And mostly speaking lanuages other than English or Spanish. The hostel is cool, with lots of hammocks and a big kitchen that everyone cooks in. Basically the same routine as Nosara, surf, eat, hammock, surf, eat, sleep.