Flew into LIR with Bert. We met at the Houston airport. Time for a burger and beer then board the aircraft. Rob met us at the airport for the 2.5-hour ride to Nosara. A long ride on paved roads except for the remaining .5 hours. No sleeping in the back seat.
Rob and Anne were, as always, the most excellent hosts. Morning surf sessions were followed by a ‘Rob’ – which is a one-half orange and one-half water in a large glass by the saltwater pool. Need the sugar – need the water.
This was followed by a combination of nap and computer time. Rinse and repeat. Most times we bailed on the second session of the day due to sloppy conditions.
Karla and Jeff were on the beach on my first day. Karla asked when I arrived – my response was that I just arrived and would be in CR for 2 weeks. Her response was, ‘welcome home’. Wow. Thanks Karla.
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Tres Amigos and Anne enjoyed Nosara dinners. Tuesday night was at the Iguana for schnitzel! BBQ was another night, and Rob put on his usual incredible dining experience. Usually, by 8pm most were nodding off.
I met Heather from Nova Scotia, who was in town for 2 weeks? We talked and surfed a few sessions together. Enjoyed the conversation and hope for more future surf sessions. Good person.
Rob took Bert, me, and our boards to WRSC at the end of the first week. WRSC had a different vibe. This year had a large turnover of workers. Julia from Canada was surfing. Later, Jon from Boston was there. I did catch a few surf sessions with some new faces. One of which is a guitarist who asked if I knew where to get some guitar sting in Costa Rica. Huh?
Turns out Casey Clark is quite the accomplished guitarist. When just hanging around post surf session, I realized his guitar musings were what I usually pay to hear. Good stuff, Casey.
Robert August was at WRSC for a few drinks and dinners. I ran into Courtney and Ginger (known from previous trips) and they said Robert was a dirty old man. You expected different? Robert participated in two evening talks and signed posters (and my cap).
There seemed to be quite a bit of drama in the camp. I usually slept thru most of it, but a 25-year-old New Yorker girl flaunted her body enough to get the attention of m-a-n-y guys the proceeded to string them along. She managed to get Robert August to sign her poster and chest (shouldn’t have been hard to do). Last night got ugly with her roommate’s belongings being tossed out of their condo. You cannot make this stuff up. I have always said, there is a movie here.
Casey, Phil, Eddie, Phillip, Jim – good new surf buddies. I’m not too keen on WRSC anymore, but the surf buddies make up for it. Just wish we got to Ollie's Point (too much wind).
