following the patch work roads
10/20 - We arrive. All is well, I even got to help a little peruvian women on the plane. Don´t tell customs but I helped her fill out her forms- actually she could see very well so I filled out the whole thing. Ceviche y platacones for dinner, things could get better. For those of you who don´t know what that is you should find out, ceviche is the national plate of Peru, but its basically served anywhere that has a good supply of fresh fish and lime juice. and Platacones are fried, then smushed, then fried plantains, and they are absolutely my favorite thing! yum Then I went to my friend Sebas (Sebastians) Birthday. He had rented a little cabin in the mountians, which is pretty come for people to do. It was refreshing to get up in the fresh mountain air, huge trees and widing roads.
10/21- We rent ¨"Hanzel" our purple Korean/Japanese car that I have never heard of, but he gets us where we need to go. Its a 4x4 :) Destination- EL CARIBE, but first we had to go to my friend Robertos house in San Jose for a Carne Asada, basically a BBQ. Yummy meat, yuca y papas grilled up, even tortillas which surprised me a little. Oh right, but I must tell you... I drove to San Jose, do you know the way to San Jose? Let me tell you fast and furious and it doesnt slow with rain. It just becomes more difficult and the road signs are out dated and the lights are not timed well so lets just say, it was a nail biting kind of trip!- but we did it! Thank god Hanzels not Stick Shift! :S
10/22- We depart. The Caribean side is not as close to the central valley as the Pacific side and I believe that results in less people heading that way, and for some reason if less people go, then there is less reason to fix the roads. Patch work roads. The roads are quilts of pavement, potholes, patched holes, and ditches, and the bridges... uuuff. --- before some bridges there are signs that say ¨"puente en mal estado" - "The bridge is in bad shape"-- haha just a little FYI before it comes crashing to the ground, but oh well as they say here PURA VIDA! At least they let you know... So we arrive in Puerto Viejo around 2pm, just in time for a cold one and a jump in the drink. Ahhh salt water. But really juming in the water and not having to worry about having a heart a attack is a relief but I would be lying if I told you it was refreshing. Its nice, but no Lake Superior. We are spoiled. So after a round and some Patys- kinda like a mini pasties caribean style we head to Hotel Puerto Viejo and get a place for the night at 5.000 colones a person (just about $10 a head). Pretty darn nice. Later we head out and check out the night life, pretty chill, lots of travelers. But a relaxing vibe which was nice after the 4hr drive. Now I dont want to get into the History of PV but it as a huge Carribean influence which = Rasta. Music praising Jah and all that jazz. Pretty cool for being a city in Central American, not something you would automatically expect.
10/23 - Vamos a la Playa! Manzanillo, right out of a beach calendar I kid you not. It was the beach pretty self describitive. Then we headed to Grandoca, on the back road, so we were lucky to see a sign on a house ¨se vende helados" so we stop and buy some homemade ice cream, flavors were, coco, pina y frutas. I had Pineapple it was perfect for a hot ride in the car. Then we arrive to Grandoca, a small town on the beach. Usually only bumping when the sea turtles come in, otherwise its just a dot on the map with one bar, and town places that rent rooms. Lets just say we came during the off season because no rooms were ready even though I cant imagine anyone had just left. But we had to use the facilities, so the Panameno who was watching the house with his family ordered with 4yro son to fixed the toilet. Haha but clearly being 4 he didn´t understand what turning the water on meant, so he just kinda went and starred at the toilet. I then pointed to the facuet on the back side of the tank and we got things going. He was pretty cute. Then we went to the local watering hole. Pura Vida. Seriously its no wonder there are no clocks in the the hole country, because even thought time exsists, no one seems to take it into account. No hay prisa- for nothing. SO by this time its has finally started to kick in again to kick back and relax. Pura Vida- Then we head to the beach, attempt to fish, and well we return to the lodge with empty hands, but no worries they make some fried fish, platacones y arroz. It was perfect.... Until the power went out. Which once again - Pura Vida. No one cared. They tried to run some lights with battery power but the family was heading to a wedding so they just left it. No biggy. I guess that is a common occurance in a little town in the middle of nowhere. No hay prisa, Pura Vida.
And with that I will end for now, but to be contunied with a faulty Kayak in a crocodille infested lagoon, waterfalls and farm animals, Live Reggae Music and a Packer vs Vikings game--- PURA VIDA!
paz y amor jo
P.S oh and sorry for the typing mistakes, I don´t want to run the risk of this getting deleted. so Ill check it laters! thanks!
10/21- We rent ¨"Hanzel" our purple Korean/Japanese car that I have never heard of, but he gets us where we need to go. Its a 4x4 :) Destination- EL CARIBE, but first we had to go to my friend Robertos house in San Jose for a Carne Asada, basically a BBQ. Yummy meat, yuca y papas grilled up, even tortillas which surprised me a little. Oh right, but I must tell you... I drove to San Jose, do you know the way to San Jose? Let me tell you fast and furious and it doesnt slow with rain. It just becomes more difficult and the road signs are out dated and the lights are not timed well so lets just say, it was a nail biting kind of trip!- but we did it! Thank god Hanzels not Stick Shift! :S
10/22- We depart. The Caribean side is not as close to the central valley as the Pacific side and I believe that results in less people heading that way, and for some reason if less people go, then there is less reason to fix the roads. Patch work roads. The roads are quilts of pavement, potholes, patched holes, and ditches, and the bridges... uuuff. --- before some bridges there are signs that say ¨"puente en mal estado" - "The bridge is in bad shape"-- haha just a little FYI before it comes crashing to the ground, but oh well as they say here PURA VIDA! At least they let you know... So we arrive in Puerto Viejo around 2pm, just in time for a cold one and a jump in the drink. Ahhh salt water. But really juming in the water and not having to worry about having a heart a attack is a relief but I would be lying if I told you it was refreshing. Its nice, but no Lake Superior. We are spoiled. So after a round and some Patys- kinda like a mini pasties caribean style we head to Hotel Puerto Viejo and get a place for the night at 5.000 colones a person (just about $10 a head). Pretty darn nice. Later we head out and check out the night life, pretty chill, lots of travelers. But a relaxing vibe which was nice after the 4hr drive. Now I dont want to get into the History of PV but it as a huge Carribean influence which = Rasta. Music praising Jah and all that jazz. Pretty cool for being a city in Central American, not something you would automatically expect.
10/23 - Vamos a la Playa! Manzanillo, right out of a beach calendar I kid you not. It was the beach pretty self describitive. Then we headed to Grandoca, on the back road, so we were lucky to see a sign on a house ¨se vende helados" so we stop and buy some homemade ice cream, flavors were, coco, pina y frutas. I had Pineapple it was perfect for a hot ride in the car. Then we arrive to Grandoca, a small town on the beach. Usually only bumping when the sea turtles come in, otherwise its just a dot on the map with one bar, and town places that rent rooms. Lets just say we came during the off season because no rooms were ready even though I cant imagine anyone had just left. But we had to use the facilities, so the Panameno who was watching the house with his family ordered with 4yro son to fixed the toilet. Haha but clearly being 4 he didn´t understand what turning the water on meant, so he just kinda went and starred at the toilet. I then pointed to the facuet on the back side of the tank and we got things going. He was pretty cute. Then we went to the local watering hole. Pura Vida. Seriously its no wonder there are no clocks in the the hole country, because even thought time exsists, no one seems to take it into account. No hay prisa- for nothing. SO by this time its has finally started to kick in again to kick back and relax. Pura Vida- Then we head to the beach, attempt to fish, and well we return to the lodge with empty hands, but no worries they make some fried fish, platacones y arroz. It was perfect.... Until the power went out. Which once again - Pura Vida. No one cared. They tried to run some lights with battery power but the family was heading to a wedding so they just left it. No biggy. I guess that is a common occurance in a little town in the middle of nowhere. No hay prisa, Pura Vida.
And with that I will end for now, but to be contunied with a faulty Kayak in a crocodille infested lagoon, waterfalls and farm animals, Live Reggae Music and a Packer vs Vikings game--- PURA VIDA!
paz y amor jo
P.S oh and sorry for the typing mistakes, I don´t want to run the risk of this getting deleted. so Ill check it laters! thanks!
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