Just found out my trip to Costa Rica wont be happening this year, once again everyone who planned on going has bailed on me even when it was THERE IDEA! Tough living in a area where surfing isn't that popular and finding a good surf buddy is hard to find.
Go by yourself, you'll have more freedom to do what you want and won't have to wait or rely on anybody. I hate making plans with friends usually because it seems like a difficult task for anybody these days to follow through on anything. When I invite someone along I don't let their lack of follow through affect me anymore, I go regardless, and that way i'm never let down.
best trip i ever had down there was in '05 when i skipped down there solo for a month. like dawnpatrol said, it really frees you up to do as you please. you're not beholden to anyone else's ideas or plans.
costa's a pretty safe place to travel solo...just use basic common sense, really. make copies of your passport, leave one at home w/ someone you trust, keep one someplace away from your actual passport (which you should lock up in a safe if possible). don't buy coke from shady, skinny dudes w/ the shakes, etc...
I shouldn't even tell you any of this, 'cause Life is best when you seek your own way.
Book your flight to LIR.
Book your room at Gilded Iguana or Harbor Reef.
Contact the hotel you book with or contact Surfing Nosara to see if you can jump in on a ride from LIR to your hotel. You will not need a vehicle in Nosara-Guiones.
Board your flight. Take your flight. Arrive in Liberia.
Emerge from Customs (such as it is).
Find the anxious-looking Tico holding the 'OneLove87' placard.
Go with this man.
Sit back & let this man drive you the 2 hrs to Guiones. Enjoy the laid-back vibe that starts to seep into your stressed-out gringo bones. Tip your driver. Generously.
Arrive at hotel. Get your room. Unpack. Or not.
Walk 2 mins to check the waves. They will be good. This is not the east coast of America. You will smile. A lot.
Return to hotel. Specifically, the bar.
Introduce yourself to everyone you see. Particularly the hotel & bar staff.
Smile. Lots. You are no longer on the east coast of America.
Have a beer. Have several beers.
Have dinner. Meet new people. Do more listening than talking.
Get up around 7am.
Stroll 6 mins over to Coconut Harry's board rentals at the beach.
Say hello to Mark. Mark runs the surfboard rental. Mark fled VB years ago. Mark married a gorgeous Tica chica 13 yrs younger than him.
Rent your board from Mark. $ 15/day. Good selection. Longboard, shortboard. You say potato Mark says potatoh.
Much cheaper than the airline gouge of $300 RT to bring your stick which the airline will massively ding at no charge.
Surf for hours. Wave after wave after wave after wave after wave after...
Eventually, drag yourself onto the beach.
Stash the board with the rental place, for pickup manana, or keep it in your room.
Your face will hurt. Because you can't stop smiling. This is the stoke. Oh yes. It is.
You will be ravenous. Eat the good, natural food served to you. Tip your server generously.
Because you are A Lucky Man.
Tomorrow, you will surf again. 4 hours. Maybe 5.
The next day: you will surf again. 4 hours. Maybe 5.
You are no longer thinking about your friends back home.
You finally return home.
To the oft-repeated question shouted at loud volume from said friends, "DUDE! How was it?!"
You will say: it effing sucked, bro, so don't go there. You will smile. You will turn away. As you plan your next trip.
Last edited by yankee; Mar 23, 2013 at 12:00 AM.
Reason: eh, because why not