Picture 1- Surfing
Picture 2- Last night in Montezuma, drinks and dancing with friends.
Picture 3- Tortuga Island
Picture 4- The crazies at Tortuga Island
Picture 5- The Daily Menu!
Our third day in Montezuma started with a Spanish lesson in the morning, which taught us some of the basics, but definitely not enough. Our teacher “Bill” was very helpful. We then walked 45 minutes down the beaches to get to Playa Grande, where are rented surf boards were waiting. We played in the waves until our boards arrived around 2pm. Scott, Jason and I attempted to ride. At first the waves were big and I was getting tumbled pretty good. Eventually, they settled and we all rode for about an hour or so. Jason and I had both gotten up and Scott was content having fun using his as an extremely fast body board. Jason and Scott got pretty nasty chest burn from the boards and took a break. (Next time we will remember to wear shirts or rent rash guards.) I kept riding as the time was flying. For the last hour before sunset Jason switched me boards and came back out. We both were getting up on the surf boards. Scott and Tanya caught it all on video. Just before the sun set we cleaned up and started the hike back down the beach to the hostel. That night Jason and I lost our second game of Hossen Pepper to Scott and Tanya. It was then time to call it a night.
Up again early we got on the boat heading to Tortuga Island; however, not before Tanya showed us the very large black and blue bruises that covered both her upper thighs and bottom. Tanya decided that she was going to take her pillow with her for the hour boat ride this morning to Tortuga Island to protect her bruised bottom. That morning we had also found out that the sarongs we had left on a close line to dry, had been taken and so we quickly went out to get new ones before we were off to the Island. The boat ride was very pretty. Just before arriving to the island we did some snorkelling, where we saw a puffer fish, and tons of other various colour and shaped fish. It was one of the better snorkelling trips we have been on. Tortuga was a very beautiful beach; however, there were a lot of people there. We played some Frisbee catch, did some swimming and since I had picked up a cold and was not feeling great I did a lot of lying on the beach.
We were back to the hostel around supper time and so we grabbed some food before Jason and I redeemed ourselves in Hossen Pepper and again called it a night. The next day we had no plans and we spent the day laying on the beach, and window shopping. In the afternoon we decided to take another trip to the waterfalls for some fresh water swimming, as Jason said that the salt water was “drying him out” and he couldn’t do it anymore. Scott and I got to the waterfall first, which was just in time to see a local jump from the bottom waterfall. The bottom waterfall is the higher and more dangerous waterfall of the three, as you have to climb the wet rock wall to get to the jumping point. Definitely a bad idea, ... the local was ok but I was glad he only did it once. A few minutes later Jason and Tanya showed up and Jason decided he wanted to swim his backpack to the far rock. As he was losing the bag I jumped in to help him and as hilarious as it looked we swam the bag over. The locals thought Jason was crazy but it worked. After the waterfall Scott and Tanya made supper while Jason and I called my mom to let her know we were ok. She had received a weird call from someone asking her if she spoke Spanish and when she said no they hung up. We talked with her for a bit, gathered some addresses for post cards and then headed back for spaghetti, chicken and fresh garlic bread, which Tanya and Scott had made with the very limited (no knives, etc) utensils our hostel had. That night a couple from the Netherlands, which Jason and Tanya had met on the boat ride to Tortuga, came to visit us at our hostel. Then a little later an American named Bart who we had ran into everyday since arriving, also showed up. We decided to have some drinks and play some funny drinking games. Then we were off to the bar for some dancing.
The next day the boys were sad to say goodbye to Montezuma, as they had made friends with the owner by playing endless video game tournaments in soccer; however, since the walls of the rooms did not reach the roof , voices carried very easily and I was looking forward to getting a good night’s sleep. Our boat ride to Jaco was a very wet hour and a half. By the end of the boat ride Tanya was drenched, I looked like I had wet myself and Scott and Jason were also fairly wet. Every time Tanya and I got slapped with another wave all we could do was laugh, as Jason hid for cover behind Tanya while she wiped the salt water off her face and glasses. Once in Jaco we grabbed a cab to Manual Antonio, where we all promptly fell asleep!
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