In about 85 I made friends with Fea Shaw's brother Les "Manos" Shaw ..... he was living at an extremely consistent beach break on the pacific coast. It was also within close striking distance ( relatively speaking for CR in those times ) to several outstanding spots.
He used to get so tired of surfing alone, that he would use the ONLY public phone in the nearby bar to call us and BEG us to come down.
The spot/town was Nosara.

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This brings back memories, for sure. I remember going to the Mal Pais area in the mid-90's. It felt like I was in one of those old African explorer movies getting there. But when you got to the surf, you were by yourself. Lot different now.

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We took a shortcut to Golfito to avoid the bad roads and ended up in the middle of the jungle well after dark. I hear the road to Pavones is nothing but smooth sailing these days.

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That's about the same time I started going to MP. Did you ever stay at Zanaida's lefts?. We showed up at night and she was reluctant to rent us a cabina until she saw my wife. I was one of the best trips.
A Tico king pin was building me a technical school there.
I helped out a drunken German who turned out to be an heir to a Mercedes fortune. He gave us a house. BUT, while we were there the last time, the estranged son in law was sniffing around and my grandson was conceived. A month after, God gave me my Refrig company. And to make doubly sure I'd never go back, my Grandson was born on the wife's b'day. From the vids on You Tube, M.P now reminds me of Jaco.

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First time there was in '83. So many wild memories and stories. We actually got taken to Ollies Point in a speedboat by a local Big $$ individual. We also stayed in the shitbag building that sits right on Boca Barranca, and it was at the time about $3 US a night. The only toilet was a hole in the concrete floor. We surfed the Pacific and Caribbean, and caught the river mouth in Tamarindo what must have been all-time, because I never saw it break that size/quality again in any of my trips there. I surfed Salsa pre and post Earthquake. We also just missed Tom Curren, who was there visiting his dad, and who the locals called in spanish something that resembled "huge spray". The locals loved to nickname people, and came up with a couple good ones for our group. One guy was Tarzana, due to being built like the Rock, and another was "KaKa', because he made the mistake of eating meat from a roadside stand, and well, you can figure out the rest.