With my rear tire still holding air, we sped out to Granada after a quick breakfast at the hotel. Our destination was Tamarindo, Costa Rica, but that, of course, necessitated another odious border crossing. Once again, the process was frustrating, hot and lengthy (about four hours), largely due to the understaffing on the Costa Rican side. I was anxious to get to Tamarindo because I had spent four weeks there in 2008 at the Coastal Spanish Institute in a dual-study program: Spanish and surfing. My former surfing instructor, Alex Hazell , had made reservations for us in Tamarindo and had invited me for an afternoon of surfing on the following day while Harry roamed the town. Our two-day stay in Tamarindo was a welcome time, of relaxation, albeit a short one. Tamarindo is a famous beach community on the northern coast of Costa Rica. Although the town is quickly becoming overly developed, the beaches and surfing are superb. It was great to see the school staff again and to get out on the waves for a couple of hours with my persistently helpful surfing instructor.
At the border we meet two new friends from Mexico. They were traveling from Mexico to Panama and back. One had a 1150 GS and the other had a 1200 GSA like ours. Talking with them helped pass the time away at the border.
They gave us smaller versions of their trip sticker
Downtown Tamarindo.
If you are interested in an old FJs there are tons of them in Costa Rica in all versions.
Alex, the surfing instructor and his lovely wife Larkin.
Alex organized a really nice hotel for us to stay in at a great price for a resort town.
Next stop....Dominical Costa Rica.
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