Where the streets are paved with sugar!

Well, after a crazy day of bus adventures we made it to Nosara. We were supposed to get up at 4:45am to catch the 6am bus to Nosara. But neither of the alarms we set worked. I happened to get up at 5:15 so we frantically grabbed our stuff and dragged it out to the street corner to catch a taxi to the bus station. We got there to find out it was the wrong bus station (the hostel people told us the wrong one), so the taxi driver took us to the right one. We got there to find out we had the wrong time (the hostel people and Lonely Planet were both wrong on the time). So we began our adventure by waiting for two hours to catch the 7:30am bus to Nicoya, where we could get another bus to Nosara. We got to Nicoya at 12:30 to find the 12:30 bus to Nosara was about to leave and was full to the brim with people and bags in every seat and people hanging out the window. So we had to wait for the 3pm bus to Nosara.

We managed to push ourselves onto that bus, which was almost as crowded as the first. The ride to Nosara was a classic, dusty, jolting ride in an old school bus.

(This is a view inside the bus.) We sat there trying to sleep while being bounced all over thin, sweaty vinyl seats. I had a few moments of panic when we got off the bus, as the driver started driving away before I got my board off the back, so we were running after the bus yelling and pounding on the back. Luckily, the people inside knew what was going on, so the bus stopped, we got the board, and walked the longest 450 metros of my life to Kaya Sol, our hotel.

Yesterday was our first full day in Nosara. I woke up to the bellowing of howler monkies against a background of new agie-classical guitar-soundscape massage music because our cabina shares a wall with the massage studio. Lorraine and I got up and walked to the main strip of town to get Lorraine a surfboard. To keep dust down, they dump molasses all over the roads here, so by the time we made it to the surf shop our legs and feet were splatterd with liquid sugar and dust.

(Lorraine watching the molasses)

But Lorraine found a board, so we got a blown out mid-day surf session in the blinding sun, I almost had to keep my eyes closed it was so bright. Last night we ate a makeshift dinner of canned beans, tortillas, cheese, salsa and canned veggies in our cabina at a makeshift table. Gourmet stove-less cooking. I ate my food off of my frisbee.

Then we sat at the bar and drank Imperial and played cards and watched a band of old hippies play Creedence Clearwater Revival covers. This morning the surf was better. I am figuring out how to surf without the restrictions of a wetsuit and it is great! Well that´s all for now.