Another relaxing day in paradise. Today we drove out to Playa Avellanas, along some notoriously bad roads that apparently used to be even worse. Passed some great scenery, from beef-jerky cows along the side of the road to "haunted forest" old-growth trees. And on to the beach, home of Lola´s Restaurant and Lola the Pig. Now that is sommmmmmme pig! The beach was cute, and had a bit of a hippy-crunchy feel to it, with lots of surfers and dreadlocked folk hanging out in hammocks. We had a lovely lunch at some funky carved tables on the beach, and some random dude with a random gourd instrument strolled around twanging it tunelessly. (Well, what can you expect from a gourd, a long piece of bamboo with a single string, and a chopstick?)

That evening we were hoping to catch Saturday Night Bingo at the Surf Club, the neighborhood sports bar owned by two Americans who never quite made it past the "Endless Summer" phase. But, alas, we lacked critical mass for bingo, so instead we just hung out for a while and met some of the locals. Characters, all! The local George Carlin lookalike spent a good half hour telling us about a fascinating dictionary website which he kept referring to as "Spanish Dick.....T! Don´t forget the T!" (The more you drink, the funnier he gets.) Another wild-and-crazy Saturday night in Langosta!