We arrived in Dominical on the opening day of a weeklong festival they were having. It's similar to a small county fair and there are food booths, artisian garbage, a little casino booth, and best of all, a rodeo. We immediately found a camping spot in a big fenced field and set up tents; it's hot as can be again. Camper likes the field as there aren't any obstacles to get in her way...
The waves were just okay so we didn't surf; just walked about and met people from Kentucky, Switzerland, Tahoe CA, Humboldt, and a host of other spots. They have a little camp set up right on the beach where they play guitar and skimboard games and pretty much just lay about and drink beer.
This guy Jonathan trounces everyone at ping pong every night in 6-8 person tourneys. One older guy even brings his own paddle and throws it around in anger when he loses!
One night there was a rodeo, which we payed $6 to get into. After what seemed like hours, they put the first guy on a bull and he came out of the chute and went straight his face in the dirt just before getting mashed into the ground HARD by the bull. We were ready for one hell of a night but it turned out that the rest of the guys knew what they were doing and there weren't any more really good spills.
Alex chose to wear a red shirt so the bulls (which, by the way, pale in comparison to America's rodeo bulls) kept coming over to the fence and either giving us the stinkeye for a bit or ramming it, sending everybody jumping back...
We didn't do much besides eat and relax as the waves weren't all that great and it was either hot or raining or both.
This ceviche gets a C+.
The festival kept things fun at night and loud during the day, and made it pretty easy to waste a few days away just hanging out.
Hanging out gets old, so it's off to the Osa peninsula for fewer people and more waves...
GB
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