He had sliced his head open on a fin after a wipeout. Fortunately Captain Equador's native tongue is Spanish, so we jumped to the start of the queue. It's also strange how girls are suddenly interested in something as unattractive as 9 stitches in your head. Maybe next time. Then we packed up and moved on to the Guanacaste area.
Tamarindo is a bit of a tourist town.
The swell had dropped again so we decided to make friends with some other guys with transport and check out somewhere nearby. Jim and Steve from Colorado were classic characters and offered to take us to Playa Negra, about 20km away. The surf was poor when we first arrived but we decided to make a deal with Pablo, the local insight. He had some cabinas, and we stayed in the one called the 'Flintstone Lodge'. If you ever stay there you'll know why.