Been getting some serious tanning time in. Well, you've got to before you head home right? And Tanja and Simon are here on holiday so it's a requirement for them too. We made our way to the Nicoya Peninsula and the chilled town of Montezuma where all the hardcore surfers head to to Mal Pais to hang ten. And by serious surfers, of course I mean Ants and Simon. Kelly Slater eat your heart out. Tanja would have been able to take on Cameron Diaz by the end of it. I, however, merely acquainted myself with the sun lotion and the sand. Not a fan of swallowing a load of sea water and getting sand in my pants.

Another thing I definitely don't want in my pants. Crabs. No, not that type. The orange legged, purple pincer type that were EVERYWHERE when we arrived. Apparently they come down in their millions from the mountains to lay their eggs on the beach before returning. It was the sort of scene where you would expect to hear David Attenborough's voice describing how the crabs would venture across the hardest part of their reproductive migratory mission (crossing the road), only to succumb to their predators (speeding cars). Poor things. Still, some of them got their own back when another predator (Anthony) attempted to pick them up. Ouch.