I say adios to Nica Waves…what a great surf camp.
And to the many that I have met on my stay here.
The proprietor..Mike..and Margarita
Greg/The Entertainer
Boogie/local surf guide and Stacy/his girl
The surf trail is not new to me. I always approach it with minimal expectations.
I just want to say the Nica Waves Surf Camp, it’s owner and all the employees; Maria, the concierge, the cook/chef ~ the beef jalapeno is an excellent choice, (I have detoured from my food plan!) Boogie, the surf guide, and all the locals that Mike employs here are awesome.
Security has always been an issue on my travels, and I have never allowed myself to be this relaxed.
In two or three hours, after coffee and one more slice of banana bread, I will be headed south to the border.
I’m going home~to Costa Rica that is.
La Huerta awaits me.
I haven’t been on a motor cycle in years. Today, we rented two small bikes and took off. I had so much fun. However, when the moto man showed up, he threw the keys to Bradley with a few words, such as, the gears are five down. Then it was my turn, and he proceeded to tell me about accidents-don’t use the front brake-he’d hate to see me lay the bike down, etc.. He gave me a CRASH course in riding and then he said good-bye. At the end of that talk -I could have run screaming – I’m going to die. But instead, I simply reminded myself that I was Born to be Wild.
We scouted the neighborhood.
Then, we went to a point break, called Lance’s Left, where I was advised to hire Eddie. So, this young man became my first body-guard. The girl behind him on the rock looked like she needed her body protected more than I did. We both had cameras. Maybe she knows karate!
Like a true nature child































