Amigos,
Pardon the confusion, but I'm not actually sailing to French Polynesia. That was a joke about the mountain of food we were carrying as we set off for a little week long sail.
Since the dog and I ate it all in 5 days we've no choice but to stay closer to land.
Those five days brought us into Costa Rica where we scored good kiting, explored perfect remote anchorages, and got hassled by EL SENOR (aka THE MAN) three times.
Maybe "hassled" is the wrong word since two of three encounters ended with the cops shuttling us from the beach to restaurants in the back of their trucks.
The third encounter was less than peachy, however. A couple hours after dark a skiff from the Costa Rica Guardacosta came and hassled us, searched the boat, and informed us that we were illegally in the country and needed to devote a day of hassle and $100 to getting legal.
Hmmm.
We opted to sail back to Nicaragua at dawn instead. Now we're in San Juan del Sur gearing up to sail north exploring a few surf spots well beyond Gigante. Hopefully we make it all the way to Tiger Island, Honduras before heading back to Gigante (and back to work) next week.
The swell forecast is looking perfect so hopefully we catch Puerto Sandino looking like this:
No that's not me.
By the way, anyone looking for an affordable, awesome surf vacation between next week and December 10th should drop me an e-mail. I can hook it up.
Daily boat trips.
Offshore winds.
Perfect, empty waves.
Beachfront accomodations.
Good food.
Good drink.
Good times.
Cheapest prices in the hemisphere.
Gotta go.
Max