Photo courtesy of:Debra Bernal / Shutterstock.com In those days, Tamarindo didn't have any police, but if it did, the officers might have joined in the treasure hunt too. One thing was for sure — lots of pissed-off hotel, bar and restaurant owners were going to find themselves short-handed for help that night. The nice maintenance man/guard who worked at our villa had a large smile on his face. He might still work there, but I'm sure he upgraded his vehicle, moved to a better house in his rural village and bought his wife and kids some nice things. We went to dinner in town that night. Word was out that we’d had front row seats for the day's big event. Upon presenting our dinner bill, the waiter inquired with a smug grin, “Will you be paying in cocaine or colones tonight?” I asked about the “bad guys.” They got away, of course! The cigarette boat? Gone by the time we got back from dinner. Hanging around long enough in those days, we never knew what high drama the waves might wash up on the beach at Tamarindo.
y Tom Knight
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