We are currently sitting in San Juan del Sur at Alfresco restaurant. It is pissing rain which we have been blamed for bringing with us from Nosara. Our time was up in Costa Rica. We bailed three days early from our place and had a lovely discussion with Ryan, Brian, what's his face owner of Kaya Sol. We ended up having to throw some dough to cover our early departure and then I proceeded to tell him some thoughts on the accom and that he should change his attitude towards the place. He took note and took our money.
So Nosara is a thing of the past. Will we return? Probably not. Did we have fun? Yes and no. Yes I scored epic surf but the last five days were polar opposite, complete bush league. But on the flip side, our first five days Laura was sick and we were taking a week off from beer so we were like hermit crabs. Our days consisted of coming out to surf and grocery shop, then staying in and watching Californication (which is amaze!). The last five days we brought beer back into our lives and so did the fun. We met an amazingly funny couple from Florida at Harmony Hotel (which we loved). The proper Englishman was living it up there and kind enough to invite us to his luxury pool. We ended up having one of our best dinners with the couple at the hotel, had a blast and hope to meet them again down the road. Then last night we had wine, cheese and bread on the beach and bumped into our neighbours at Kaya Sol who were two Canucks from Victoria who I have seen in the lineup at Sombrio, Jordan and Tofino. We proceeded to go out with a group of people and have a blast. Yadda, Yadda, Yadda, home by midnight, up at 5am and out by 6 off to the Frontera (in gringo that means border). So I would say Nosara is not a surf mecca but a fun friendly town. You won't be bored but you won't get uber shacked (in non surfer that means barrelled or tubes). Best five days of surf so far but that first impression was shattered. 
La Frontera was an experience for sure. If you wanted, you could just walk over the fallen fence and be in Nicaragua to give you an example of security. It is a gong show to say the least. Before your car door even opens you get hoarded by cash exchangers, taxi drivers and anybody else trying to make a quick buck. People steal the forms you need to fill out and then they expect you to tip when they provide you with one. There were even 12 year old kids offering taxi rides. Sketch. The boarder is so relaxed a coke dealer could probably have a processing plant on a truck to save time while shipping it. We made it in about an hour sanity and money still in pocket. Laura was a little worried about the cab situation but we didn't get kidnapped and I thought he was a nice guy. (I'm going to mention that we was nervously bitting his finger nails, he'd slow down on a clear stretch of road where life didn't exist, turn off the car for a few secs and then back on, he leaned over to the glove box and opened it - not sure why? AND leaving the border he got yelled at by some angry man and we got pulled over by a cop and the car searched. Am I not entitled to be a bit scared?!) We are awaiting our ride to Playa Maderas and currently in San Juan del Sur. Tamarindo 10 years ago is what they say and I can believe it. There's a man who walks the streets with bird cages trying to sell birds and people carrying things on their heads to sell, etc...Hip Hip Hurray! Hip Hip Hurray! Hip Hip Hurray!
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