Not a helluva lot of swell to discuss this week, but we surfed the river mouth for nothing and mostly just swam around.
Been awhile since we were this hungover. This place is bad for us. Acqua, Voodoo Lounge, Monkey Bar, Pacifico, and various other establishments provided the venue and we brought the colones. Semana Santa was getting kicked off and there were parties everywhere.
The dusty streets were congested with traffic, and we heard that most hotels and hostels were booked solid.
The camping was decent, complete with power and bathrooms courtesy of the Beach House, where we met a few cool folks from Canada and the UK.
Tamarindo is way too expensive. Even groceries were a ripoff. The clubs were jammed with drunk Americans, drug peddling Ticos, and prostitutes. The waves were total shiite and packed with foam tops anyways.
Okay I'll just say it: THIS PLACE BLOWS.
This was my second and last time here.
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