our adventure to the coast

this is what i was trying to post before---

we get into san jose just fine, late but fine. as we approach our hotel for the night we see a denny's (that's right, the american denny's), a thumping night club, and our best western. after managing to get jeff's surfboards into the world's smallest elevator we decide to venture for something to eat. the only thing open: denny's---- ugh! and for some reason in costa rica denny's is really expensive--

up bright and early the next morning to head out away from the city (thank god!) and the hotel gives us a free breakfast from guess where? that's right! denny's-- i haven't been to denny's since i was 16, let alone twice in 24 hours

we wait for our car, which is late (on time by costa rican standards) it arrives about a half hour late, and as we go to meet it. i think this can't be it--- a black, beater geo tracker--- oh well what can you do? we load the thing full and the guy takes off, jeff looks at me and asks for the keys-- my response why would i have the keys?---- we tear the tracker apart and find nothing.... so we call the emergency number, no answer!! bad way to start a long drive. as we are both panicking, and i'm ready to leave them a message saying they can come pick up the pos we rented something else, the guy pulls up, his buddy looking totally stoned, hands me the keys says sorry and takes off

so finally we can head out! ya! the gods had other plans for us. about 10 miles outside of the city we hit traffic, as we make our way through there is a road block. we ask the cop about heading to tamarindo-- he says 'cerrada' and points toward an off ramp. quickly we realize cerrada means closed and find out later tons of rain has closed many of the main highways.

we spent 7 hours in the car, 2 of it weaving through backroads with a vauge map trying to find our way. finally we arrive at playa grande, no waves for jeff, and guess what it's raining! (i'll post pictures later)