Well, as it turns out, the final few days of the dry season are the worst time to visit waterfalls. We went anyway and camped on night in this small town of stoners.
The falls were still pretty albeit a bit on the dry side compared to usual.
The hike was rugged, but short and zip lines were stretched across the forest.
There were no waves in our immediate vicinity, so we just swam around, read a little, and worked through a few bars at night.
We camped on the beach again, as we have done so many times on this trip.
At about 1am, this one proved to be a bit different, for this is when a group of 15ot stoned ruffian hippy types began their synchronized chants around a campfire. After a long day of conjoining cheap plastic beads and braiding each others hair, it must have felt right because they were very enthusiastic.
One day here was plenty, so we fired up the sub and headed to Paquera.
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