I travel in pink

To the Carribean side we go

Costa Rican time. Where a bus ride that should have taken 6 hours took 9.

Going from San Jose to Puerto Viejo

Does this look like it will take 9 hours?

Our bus driver moonlights as a high-speed car-racer-auditioning-for-any-action-movies-that-requires-an-unncessary-amount-of-speed. In Costa Rica, buses play chicken with other vehicles. They get to an impass or a bridge and charge full speed ahead until one of them stops. And yes, this all done while traversing up and down mountains and being inches away from the cliff side.

Cliffs from San Jose to Puerto Viejo

Bear with me here – I’m trying to show how close the cliff is.

I want to be kidding. I am not. Couple that with the feeling of dread as I had forgotten my strawberries at the bus station and I was not a happy bus passenger. Also, to be honest, I had started to get heat-sick and I was having trouble eating. Awww memories.

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I really thought I was going to end up here during the bus ride.

I mean, ok the views were nice. The food I had at the rest stops was nice. But did it have to be terrifying?

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So lovely yet so dreadful

By the time we reached Puerto Viejo, it was dark and our hostel that we had booked on HostelWorld was sketchy as hell. Like, beyond sketchy. There were no walls. The bathroom fixtures were rusty. There was only one bedroom and two creepy guys sitting outside. The bathroom stood on its own and was a few feets from our room. Certainly not the attached bathroom, private room we had been sold on. We quickly left, forgoing our 3 dollar deposit and found another place called Casa Verde, This place was beautiful! It was 20$ a night each. The room was nice and cool and the pool was stunning. The location was great. It was private. It was next to the bike rental place. The woman who ran the place was just a splendid host and encouraged my spanish-speaking skills. She was genuinely impressed that I was trying to communicate with her in Spanish. They had two beautiful black labrador puppies that reminded me of my Kylie.

Casa Verde hotel in Puerto Viejo

Hello paradise. You are lovely.

The place was heaven.

Case Verde, Puerto Viejo

The balcony – that was our hammock.

And thank goodness. As a cold-blooded Canadian, I love winter. I love snow. I don’t mind cold. I am not a heat person. I don’t deal with it. And it got close to 50 degrees while we were there. I spent an entire day in the pool and only went out at night. It was just too hot for me. I had heat stroke. I couldn’t eat. It was awful.

The day after we got there, we rented bicycles and cycled to Manzanillo. There was no one else on the beach with us.

Dream bike in Puerto Viejo

My dream-bike

There were these wonderful boats. I couldn’t wait to put my feet into the ocean, my first time in the Carribean sea. We spent a few lazy hours, just walking through the trees and breathing in the salt-water air. One could get used to this. And that one would not be me. The heat was unbearable and the sunburn I got after? Brutal.

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The skies here – I just can’t get over the movement of the dark clouds chasing the blue

We cycled back, stopping by another beach and playing in the ocean. Across the ocean was a taco place with 1$ beers. The owner was a guy who came to Puerto Viejo four years ago and kept missing his flight home. I totally get that. But not really. The tacos were fantastic.

Tacos in Puerto Viejo

I know I talk a lot about tacos. But these were so good!

More tacos in Puerto Viejo

How can you beat 1$ beers?

A quick shower and change, and a jaunt into the city led us to a bar giving out free salsa lessons. As we were walking around, we bumped into the French couple we had met in San José. They had wisely chosen to rent a ar.  Now, I know this may be shocking, but I am severely uncoordinated. My hips can’t seem to grasp the circular motion that is required from latin dance. My legs feel too long to manage in a way that looks sexy and purposeful. My arms – you know, let’s skip this part. Suffice to say, I did not learn how to salsa. The night ended with a very good sleep.

Biking in Puerto Viejo

Does this girl look like she has any rythm? No. The answer is no. This girls looks sun-burnt as fuck

After making arrangements in town, the next day brought us to venture back to the centre of the country to head to Arenal. And thankfully, it was one of the only days that we had bad weather and we were sitting in an air-conditioned van. Oh and I had my first introduction to a new love – empanadas!

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These little guys are everywhere! And they scurry back into their holes everytime you go near.

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House for sale anyone?

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Just strolling past these jungle – filled with howler monkeys who made so much noise when cars went by

Boat in Puerto Viejo

Should have stolen that boat

Beach in Puerto Viejo

Don’t run in! The waves pull you under so quickly.

Biking in Manzinillo, Puerto Viejo, Costa Rica

This is more my speed.

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