Tamarindo

What can I say about tamarindo…. It was crazy! If you want to party you go to tamarindo. The people at our hostel were so awesome and it was fun socializing with everyone before the bar. Everyone had different stories and were going in different directions. After two or three nights of partying we needed to leave. Most of the people we met were going the same way as us so we planned to meet up in the next town. Elizabeth was catching her flight back home in a few days so we left her there but picked up a British girl named Yasmin, she joined Amy and I on our journey to samara. The bus ride was filled with Amy and Yasmin arguing with me about how Canadians say words wrong, and also what posh was. All this arguing passed the long 5 hour journey

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