It would have been nice to spend Inaugaration Day, say, in the U.S., but it was pretty great watching President Obama get sworn in from, say, the edge of a plunge pool under a palm tree. And so Day 4 launched us into a new Americanism and started our string of (many) beaches. Jump through for more photos and details.
A mere 5-minute walk from our villa, this beach would be packed by noon with families. Perhaps not the prime spot for nightlife, but it served a great home base for our other Guanacaste adventures.
Tamarindo is a total surf beach – the streets are lined with surf shops. There is definitely a younger (and hotter) crowd here. The beach is wide and flat, and the wind was constant. Bars and restaurants lined the beach, providing options for easy refreshment.
This remote white-sand beach seemed to be a surfing destination in addition to being a turtle nesting site (some other months of the year). There were zillions of sand crabs scurrying into their holes as we walked along. Absolutely beautiful, and hardly developed.
We stopped here to visit Father Rooster, a highly recommended beach restaurant. That’s about all there is to Ocotal, aside from a lady grilling up a table of food and some fishing boats hanging out off-shore. I might say it was worth it for the killer fresh papaya daquiri (with starfruit garnish!) and fish tacos.
This coral-colored beach is made up of tiny crushed seashells. While a lovely novelty beach, playing in the surf isn’t so practical. Our journey to and from this beach became another 4WD adventure (despite perfectly paved highways), as is illustrated by this photo:
[Not pictured: Playa Brasalito (which primarily serves as a road by which to access Playa Conchal) and Playas Del Coco, which we only visited one night.]
I think we visited a half-dozen beaches on this trip, which may officially double the number of beaches I visited throughout my entire college experience in South Carolina…