On Friday afternoon, Rich and I had a luvverly afternoon in Tamarindo. After a refreshing swim in the ocean, we took a romantic stroll along the beach. Peeps were everywhere, surfers were hanging ten and entering the green room, and dogs were frolicking willy nilly. O yes, it was a glorious day.
The beach on Tamarindo is cut down the middle by an estuary, that laps in from the ocean into the river. The mouth of the estuary is pretty wide, and pretty deep too. It’s a mixture of colours – clear, blue, and that kind of yellowy brown you see in beaches near ti trees. It’s a bit like a hypercolour t-shirt that has been through the wash a few too many times.
On the Tamarindo side of the estuary the beach was choc-a-block. On the Playa Grande side, there was nary a soul to be seen.
Rich said “Let’s wade through the estuary and continue our stroll on this lovely sunny afternoon” (not his exact words).
I said “Sure, sounds ace!”
There was a man with a fishing line on the bank, some other people standing around. A lady with a tattoo on her back with a big Rottweiler-ish pooch.
As we got closer to the water, I started to get a bit dubious about our afternoon paddle. The water was much deeper than I thought and, while clear on the banks, things looked much murkier in the middle. There were strange ripples in the water too.
I said “I’m not sure about this…” and just as the words had left my mouth, and we were knee deep in water, a buff looking Cali dude called out to us.
“Uhh, hey, guys? I wouldn’t do that if I were you. There are crocodiles in there.”
Needless to say, we hightailed it outta there pretty quickly. I actually didn’t 100% believe him, but the next day I saw a sharp-toothed croc bobbing around about 2 metres from the bank…. Gulp!