Sunshine and raindrops
10/25- 7:30 am Beautiful morning in Cahuita Costa Rica. I wake to the sound of our tico companions already playing in the pool and running around like a bunch of little man boys. I guess their playful nature is inspiring so I get myself out of bed and decide that Gallo Pinto and a hot cup of Joe would hit the spot. My gringa compa Hayley joins shortly after and we spend the better half of the morning hanging by the bitty pool and planning our day.
We decided to get head north to Limon to get in some real beach time. Playa Bonita it is and it was a perfect day for the beach. Light rolling waves, easy breeze, few clouds, enough to break up the sun, truly couldn't get any better. I attempt to make a sand castle, but the waves were to unpredictable and castles made of sand, fall into the sea eventually, so I just kinda sat in the stagnant water.. That is until... OUCH! Algo me pico! Something bit me! What the F@#!? What was that?.... Pulgas de Mar they tell me.... Sea Fleas... Now Hayley and I start laughing because Sea Fleas has a funny little sound to it... hahaha you got bit by Sea Fleas... But in a spanish mind I guess it sounds like Syphilis. A VD! haha maybe you had to be there but it was pretty funny. Sea Fleas are actually just little bugs that live below the sand then come up to eat when there's water.. . and I was not ready to be on their menu! No way Jose sea fleas!
SO after the Sea Fleas "Syphilis" adventure at Playa Bonita, (and after I throughly rinse off the pulgas) we head back towards the Central Valley. We stop along the way to get some Arroz con Pollo and Platacones for a late lunch at what seemed to be an abandon open air disco/supper club. Thats the bonus of traveling with locals- 1 they go off the beaten path 2- they know what to say to get some food made. SO I don't know if this place has regular clientel, but we were THE only people around. There was an old freaky pool. And when I say freaky I mean cloudy water, no ladder, near a swingset.. you know creepy. But they made some bombing food, so I figure prehaps the weekends are their time to shine, or at least after people recieve their Quincena (translation= payday)... or maybe this place is just the remains from a better time, it seemed as if it was forgotten, or perhaps the hay day had past years ago... I would have taken a photo... but remember the lagoon... yeah... I got nothing. :( Even the bag of rice didn't seem to help my camera. Good think I take echinaecae... or am I confused with ginko?
Anyway, we begin the trip into the mountain. I wish we would have left a little sooner because it's dark, it's a crazy a Costa Rica road (this means not only tico drivers, and crazy ticos bus drivers, but it also means NO LINES!!! Due to the rain and the curves even if they painted everyday, there is so much traffic that the outside and the center lanes are worn off- why they don't have reflectors instead I don't know- but thats what crazy means) and it's starting to drizzle. We are almost to the top of the mountain, that means the end is near, until the light in front stop, hazards turn on. Dead Stop. Oh I hope no one was hurt. I pray it was a bus or anything really. Now this is somehting I would never do, and I should have expected this based on the noticias and revistas (you know, dead bodies on the cover and bloody corpes on the backside - always next to little miss thing in a thong... but I digress) , Anyway, all the ticos start getting out of there cars to see whats going on. They've got to know. I find it a little intrusive. All I want to know is if we need to turn around, or if we should just wait. But the word seems to be just to wait a little while. A total of about 30 mins pass and traffic begins to go again. I guess it was just a big truck hit another big truck, but no one was hurt. But another thing I DON'T do, and especially not after an accident is SPEED! I don't know if they want to make up for lost time or what but CHIRST! Who in there right mind SPEEDS on a mountain road, and wet road at that in the dark, especially after an accident. OOOSH... I'm ready for bed!
Back to Heredia. We park Hanzel, he deserves a brake and get ready for bed. We are staying at Kenneths house in Heredia. His mother houses students throughout the year, mostly people that come to study spanish as Intercultura- a local lanuage school in the citys heart. So the house is every commodating for use and Hayley and I get our own room to share. Ahhh it feel nice to have a base of sorts... Tomorrow is a new day, tuesday, is a day for a emailing, checking out the town and not driving. Tonight after quite the weekend, we are ready for bed.
We decided to get head north to Limon to get in some real beach time. Playa Bonita it is and it was a perfect day for the beach. Light rolling waves, easy breeze, few clouds, enough to break up the sun, truly couldn't get any better. I attempt to make a sand castle, but the waves were to unpredictable and castles made of sand, fall into the sea eventually, so I just kinda sat in the stagnant water.. That is until... OUCH! Algo me pico! Something bit me! What the F@#!? What was that?.... Pulgas de Mar they tell me.... Sea Fleas... Now Hayley and I start laughing because Sea Fleas has a funny little sound to it... hahaha you got bit by Sea Fleas... But in a spanish mind I guess it sounds like Syphilis. A VD! haha maybe you had to be there but it was pretty funny. Sea Fleas are actually just little bugs that live below the sand then come up to eat when there's water.. . and I was not ready to be on their menu! No way Jose sea fleas!
SO after the Sea Fleas "Syphilis" adventure at Playa Bonita, (and after I throughly rinse off the pulgas) we head back towards the Central Valley. We stop along the way to get some Arroz con Pollo and Platacones for a late lunch at what seemed to be an abandon open air disco/supper club. Thats the bonus of traveling with locals- 1 they go off the beaten path 2- they know what to say to get some food made. SO I don't know if this place has regular clientel, but we were THE only people around. There was an old freaky pool. And when I say freaky I mean cloudy water, no ladder, near a swingset.. you know creepy. But they made some bombing food, so I figure prehaps the weekends are their time to shine, or at least after people recieve their Quincena (translation= payday)... or maybe this place is just the remains from a better time, it seemed as if it was forgotten, or perhaps the hay day had past years ago... I would have taken a photo... but remember the lagoon... yeah... I got nothing. :( Even the bag of rice didn't seem to help my camera. Good think I take echinaecae... or am I confused with ginko?
Anyway, we begin the trip into the mountain. I wish we would have left a little sooner because it's dark, it's a crazy a Costa Rica road (this means not only tico drivers, and crazy ticos bus drivers, but it also means NO LINES!!! Due to the rain and the curves even if they painted everyday, there is so much traffic that the outside and the center lanes are worn off- why they don't have reflectors instead I don't know- but thats what crazy means) and it's starting to drizzle. We are almost to the top of the mountain, that means the end is near, until the light in front stop, hazards turn on. Dead Stop. Oh I hope no one was hurt. I pray it was a bus or anything really. Now this is somehting I would never do, and I should have expected this based on the noticias and revistas (you know, dead bodies on the cover and bloody corpes on the backside - always next to little miss thing in a thong... but I digress) , Anyway, all the ticos start getting out of there cars to see whats going on. They've got to know. I find it a little intrusive. All I want to know is if we need to turn around, or if we should just wait. But the word seems to be just to wait a little while. A total of about 30 mins pass and traffic begins to go again. I guess it was just a big truck hit another big truck, but no one was hurt. But another thing I DON'T do, and especially not after an accident is SPEED! I don't know if they want to make up for lost time or what but CHIRST! Who in there right mind SPEEDS on a mountain road, and wet road at that in the dark, especially after an accident. OOOSH... I'm ready for bed!
Back to Heredia. We park Hanzel, he deserves a brake and get ready for bed. We are staying at Kenneths house in Heredia. His mother houses students throughout the year, mostly people that come to study spanish as Intercultura- a local lanuage school in the citys heart. So the house is every commodating for use and Hayley and I get our own room to share. Ahhh it feel nice to have a base of sorts... Tomorrow is a new day, tuesday, is a day for a emailing, checking out the town and not driving. Tonight after quite the weekend, we are ready for bed.
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