Lena and I walked about an hour and a half each way to a secret surf spot that a local woman (who I suspect was on a large amount of coke) let slip to us. When we asked in the local surf shop for directions the guy threw his hands up and, with a knowing smile on his face, said he couldn´t possibly tell us anything about it. He later said there was a pact amongst the locals not to spill the beans. When we got there I was slightly worried the locals might give us jip but, after reminding us it is a lugar secreto, one pointed out where the dangerous rocks were, reassured us that there were no crocs and was helping us to catch the best waves. This spot is amazing - it basically catches the left of Pavones but without all the rocks - AND without all the tourists. They´re all the same, them.
Later we went to a BBQ at one of the other hostels, as we had met a couple of people staying there. On our way we heard the strangest sound, apparently from the frogs (although I suspect the toads). Make a gun with you fingers, pretend you´re a stormtrooper and shoot the person nearest to you with a laser gun. The sound you just made was probably a good rendition, except you have to do it constantly.
