Alaska; Costa Rica similarities? It’s a breeze.
Throughout the last 7 months I have been highlighting the differences between Costa Rica and Alaska, today however I am going to key on a similarity. In Alaska, we always mused that we only had two seasons, 9 months of winter and 3 months of summer. Some would say breakup was also considered a season. Our springs were mired in the much of breakup and our falls, well they seemed to last about a week. So we endured winter and lived for summer.
Here in Costa Rica they have two seasons as well, the green or rainy season and the dry season. I posted several blogs during the rainy season, and man it sure does rain. It rains like I have never seen, like Forest Gump Vietnam rain. Well were are now a couple of months or so into the dry season and much like breakup in Alaska we are experiencing a new intra-season, the windy season. The wind here, like all great winds has a name, the Papgayo (I think there are 50 different ways to spell it) winds. These winds are fierce. They start rattling the palm trees at about 5:30 in morning, a natural alarm clock, and often die down about 12 hours later, before repeating the cycle. They are strong, gusting and loud. I mean these are the kind of winds that take a toupee to Panama. They will dry a clothes line full of clothes in 10 minutes or less. They will hurl a coconut down the street faster than a Roger Clemens fastball, post steroid use. These are seriously impressive winds. Winds that would frighten me if I was patrolling the Bering Sea in January like the old days.
Personally I have been enjoying them for they make being outside quite bearable. However, yesterday while hanging at the beach and doing a little surfing, I saw a glimpse into the downside of the Papagayos. You see if you have ever tried to sit on the beach in a bathing suit, during a wind storm,it is akin to being shot at by dozens of kids with airsoft guns. Basically, you are being sandblasted, the same method we used to remove paint off of our old steel boats in Alaska. It is slightly unpleasant. So to escape you jump in the water with your surf board to catch some waves. The problem there is that the wind causes a wind chop that has you taking constant green water over your bow, making it very difficult to navigate. Furthermore it pushes wherever it wants you to go, which is not where you want to be. The good news, if the hurricane is blowing off shore, then you get the perfect barrel for surfing, if you know what you are doing, and I don’t. So I usually end up upside down, holding my breath on the bottom of the ocean waiting for the thundering of the ocean to quiet down so that I can emerge to get some air, pull my surfboard back to the water as it flutters in the wind like a kite, paddle back into the wind, and try again.
So there you have it, Costa Rica is just like Alaska, two seasons and each with their good and bad points. Alaska’s interim breakup is messy and makes it difficult to be outside, Costa Rica’s windy season is messy and makes it difficult to be on the beach. A couple big differences, although I do take a ton of water over the bow, I don’t have to worry about icing up, and during AK’s breakup your toupee is not only safe, but a good way to keep your noggin warm. Here in CR, unless you are using superglue, best put that thing in lock up for January and February and get a little sun on your dome, after you sandblast off all the dead skin of course.
Here is a short video, with the full sounds of the winds in our back yard.
Costa Rica Day 11 The boogie man!
Today was a day for boogie boarding. So back to Playa Grande we went, for the surf on our beach is nearly non-existent, great for swimming, not surfing. Picture a surf town you would see in a movie, very small buildings, very small community, lots of small bars and hostels, and some small surf type eateries except with 75% percent of the people habla espanol, y solomente espanol, and that is Playa Grande. Once there, we rented a boogie board, because you are never too old to boogie. I would have preferred more of an offshore wind, but I made do.

Now remember I have already conquered ( or survived) my guacho time. I have become a wildlife expert, so it is time for me to join the surf community, except I think I will do it on a boogie board. It’s basically the same thing right? You know, skis vs. snowboard, they both bring you down the mountain, they both bring you in on the surf. One small miscalculation, I am 41 years old, and my body doesn’t twist and turn like it used to. Therefore, when the power of the ocean wants my top to move one way and my bottom to move the other, well there’s a bit of a problem there.
I did manage to get a few good boogies ( pretty sure that is the technical term) in before I pulled my left leg out of socket and bent it over my ear. At least that is what it felt like. Tra then hit the water and showed me how it was done, catching three waves in row. Maybe she should be giving the lessons at the local surf shop, Frijoles Loco. It was very fun day, with many hours spent in the sun, a fantastic sunset (again), two hours cleaning our sand from every inch of our bodies,and a great dinner at Angelina’s here in Playa Flamingo. A nice simple day in paradise.

Catching the big Kahuna.

View back from the water on the packed beach
We had the whole beach pretty much to ourselves, figuring hard partying surfers don’t get up till after noon sometime (actually they get up at 5 am to catch the best waves), until a couple of local guys came to the beach with a blue soccer ball. Within 10 minutes , there were nearly 20 guys right in front of us playing a full fledged soccer game. Within the group I heard some Spanish, Italian, and possibly some French, or that could have been cursing. It was amazing what one little ball could do to an otherwise peaceful beach. Not that we minded, but we found it interesting that we had a 1 mile long beach with hardly anyone there, and the soccer game broke out right in front of our spot. Maybe I’m just upset they didn’t ask me to play, after all once I got my leg back into place I could have sat in goal.
Costa Rica Day 4 Surf’s up!
Today, like every other day so far, the weather was fantastic. It was actually a little cloudy in the morning which allowed me and Tra to get a jog in on our beach. During which we ran into a snake, I think it was dead but I wasn’t positive. I picked it up…with a stick of course and I couldn’t tell if it was moving due to me or trying to get a way. It was black and yellow and about 16 inches long. Of course we did not have a camera. Then last night, Tra went out to sit on the patio and screeched, she saw about 5 or 6 raccoons chilling near the pool. She tried to get some pics, but it was a little dark.

all the kids wear uniforms to school, some blue some white, all beautiful children. Tra wants to bring em all home.
After our jog we decided to check out a couple of surf beaches, first we went to Playa Grande and we loved it. The beach is a popular surf site and it was a cool place to be. Even as popular as it is we only saw about 30-40 people there, mostly locals. We really liked that beach a lot, even more than the one at our house. I know, sacrilegious. As we parked the car there, Tra spotted an iguana and went to get some pics, we soon noticed there were about 7-8 iguanas in that ditch, it was great.
We then went to Playa Negra, the trip there was very interesting. The roads were pretty horrific, to the point that I thought we were for sure lost many times, but alas we were not and we made it. It too seemed to be a local hangout, but it had an awesome set up with these handmade wood loungers set up in the trees. The surf was not as good as Grande, but it was decent and I even did some body surfing, or flailing and drowning as Tra called it. I thought I looked pretty awesome, I am sure I was mistaken for a local.
In between the beaches we did a little house hunting and found some great lots near Grande. They were up on a hill, and had great views and I think they were about 3-4 acres each. A very nice area. We also looked at an open house, it was beautiful, granite counters, dark local wood, tile floors, huge kitchen, outdoor kitchen, garage and pool. Only about a mile from the beach and it could be yours for about 500k, with special international financing at 8.5%. Good stuff eh?
We ended the night in the pool at our house listening to the surf and watching the sunset. We did have a nice lunch near Grande at a place called Kikes, it was suggested by the locals and it was cheap and tasty. We loved the atmosphere. All in all another great day of Pura Vida.
Here are the things we learned today:
1. There are definitely roads that require 4X4, but they lead to great places.
2. We don’t want to know where the chicken we had for lunch came from.
3. Dudes love their surfing, and it is worth while to check other beaches out.
4. There is some great property for sale here.
5. Many beaches don’t have a bano or a place to change, so think ahead.
6. It takes a cold can of diet Pepsi about 10 minutes to get to 80 degrees, and it takes about 25 minutes for the can to absorb enough heat to scar your lips when you attempt to drink of it.


































