Not a fruit
Tamarindo Travel Blog› entry 36 of 72 › view all entries
December 19th, 2006 – by: Higton
I was a bit concerned about visiting Tamarindo, but that shows you how much value one can place in other peoples' opinions. I'd heard it was like Jacó, which isn't my favourite place in Costa Rica. However, I was pleasantly surprised by the place.
It has faults - it has quite a developed infrastructure for foreign package tourists and I would guess 90% of the facilities are foreign owned. If you don't surf, then I suspect that it might not hold ones interest for too long. However, it has a good vibe about it and the beach is pretty good. Plus there are quite a few party places - perfect for a Christmas break.
Failure in timing
We arrived on the 19th with a booking in a hostel called La Botella de Leche and it was a result.
From then on in, the partying started in earnest. The hostel crowd were a good bunch and up for the surfing/partying idea. We enjoyed it to the max. Nightlife revolves around finding the right venue for the right night. Somewhat strangely, party activity switched venue depending on the evening.
Endless Summer 2
Tamarindo's main claim to fame is that it was the location for a surfing movie. Hence the plethora of surfing outlets. We chose Blue Trails as it was closest to the hostel and cheaper than anywhere else. English surf dude Dan gave us some advice and booked us on a surf trip to a beach up the road. The only problem with lessons is you realise what you've been doing wrong and it can be hard to rectify. However, we all improved and were standing up for fun after a while.
The main beach is crowded. Learning how to turn helped avoid all the little and big kids playing in the whitewater, although accidents do happen. Especially to cheeky kids.
Barbequed Maui Maui
My personal highlight was provided by some Canadian chap named Adrian. He spent US$375 on a fishing trip and I'm glad he did. On his return, he brought a catch of Maui Maui and tuna which was amongst the best fish I have ever tasted. Others contributed with salads and stuff. Our addition to the meal was pasta in a shopping bag. With salad dressing. Strangely, it went down a storm; I guess that must have been the rum. This was followed by a night of dancing at the Babylon, including some vile spirit called guavo (I think). Shame I got mauled at pool.
I never thought I´d be sad to leave Tamarindo, but then isn´t that what travelling is all about?
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