10.01.2013 - 12.01.2013
One of our projects during this adventure is to find a place, or a few places, where we would like to return and live for several months. We have determined that we are beach people; we need sun, warmth, and water. But not too remote. We want to be in/near a town or city with stuff happening, good health care, a few bars and restaurants, live music, etc. To date, our choices are Mazatlan, México and San Juan del Sur, Nicaragua.
A beach north of San Juan del Sur, Playa Maderas, has provided us with a couple days of great fun playing in the waves. It is a popular surf spot, and when the waves are good, the water is filled with boards.
Yesterday was particularly fun. Our new Canadian amigos, Gloria and Daryll, who we hooked up with again here in Nicaragua, have to go back to the frozen north in a couple days. So it was very important that their last day in paradise (for now) be special. We piled into the Jeep and drove 10k to Playa Maderas. We played and played in the waves and watched the surfers. Juiced by an ample supply of rum consumed over the course of the afternoon, we sat down at one of the surfer hang-outs and ate some yummy pizza. And what does one find easily at a surfer hangout? Well, more like, what practically falls in your lap at a surfer haven? That's right. Weed. The day kept getting better and better.
We decided it was time to go back to town, so we piled in the Jeep. Driving along, listening to John Prine, stopping for photo ops, and then there was the police checkpoint. Having taken public transportation through Mexico and Central America, Gloria and Daryll are not accustomed to being stopped by the police here, and I could tell they were nervous. I wanted to say, "Oh hell. This is almost a daily occurrence for us," but figured it might not make a great impression with the cop. They asked for the vehicle permit, Douglas' license, and eventually, proof of Nicaraguan insurance (which we don't have). So, we proudly presented a Geico card (expired), and were waved on with a smile. I think our umm, age, helped us. Had the Jeep been filled with a bunch of gringo surfers, chances are, all the doors and the Thule box on top of the vehicle would have been opened. Ah well . . . Carry on with the John Prine and photo-taking.
Today's project: Costa Rica.