The journey from San Jose to Popoyo was massive - mentally prepared for 5 hours of travel, when 8 hours ticked over I was getting pretty off it! The final road out to Popoyo looked like something out of a warzone - craters, massive holes, rivers crossing the road. We were lucky our sedan taxi didn’t just drop down a sinkhole never to be seen again. Eventually getting in at Popoyo at 9pm, we got the tip from a couple of Brazilians that Popoyo Loco surf camp is the way to go - on the beach for $5. Walking through the hammock lined hallway, a pretty cool crew had taken up residence haling from Uruguay, Brazil, France, US, NZ, Italy, Germany and Austria.
