After staying in Quepos for a night (where I had been promised good surf, only to find a scutty port-town full of ladrones), I moved to Manuel Antonio (or at least, at the top of a hill miles from Manuel Antonio) for what is reputedly the best National Park in CR. First up I did a day of Scuba diving - two 40 minute dives where I saw an octopus, loads of crazy fish, a starfish and held a pufferfish in my own two hands. They feel very strange. Between the dives I also saw dolphins, who swam for a moment with our boat.
A day or two later I decided to move hostels, to get one closer to the beach so I can get back on the surfing bandwagon. As I was walking the 2 miles in the heat with all my stuff thankfully 2 guys took pity on me, picked me up and took to an amazing place really close to the beach (with a fridge!!!) run by a really friendly guy called Jorge (which is impossible to pronounce in Spanish) who has already fed me twice. Met some really friendly Costa Ricans (David, Alfredo and Montserrat) and (after playing a ridiculous drinking game involving clapping, sore thighs and animal impressions) went out with them to a club called "Coconuts". I met the owner, who bored me to death with his extensive knowledge of rock bands I had never heard of. Apart from that though, a top night.
I´ve just surfed all morning and am now absolutely knackered, but have a large grin on my face.
