last weekend
was amazing; my friend nadja and I took a bus to quepos to enjoy the beachside
for the weekend. The trip to quepos was not exactly w/out some necessary bumps
in the road and pretty exciting in itself. And we totally have ourselves to
blame for that, since one should probably not get up at 4 in the morning
anyways, then be a female lone wanderer in a costa rican city, take the wrong
bus to san jose, get into a cab w/ a driver who obviously had had a good night
out somewhere around town, wander around the most criminal bus station of CR:
coca-cola (wouldn’t it be great if every bus station would carry a soda brand’s
name?), drink coffee w/ potential to kill (and this is an achievement in “coffee
rica”) then drive for over 4 hours in an
overfull bus. However, the ride to quepos was beautiful: mountains, fields of
palmtrees (w/ the exception of commercial fishing and tourism, the oil palm plantations
serve as the primary source of employment in the quepos area)… but the way
there wasn’t quite as interesting as the way back, with the bus driver taking
the occasional shortcut when he felt like avoiding the weekend traffic. and this involves tiny TINY roads and even
tinier bridges. they should def take their example in the west: we got home in
a tick! clever, really, those ticos!
we then had
to go through the torture of spending the entire day on the tropical(ly hot)
beach of manuel antonio, surrounded by iguanas and little crabs (the latter
paying waaaaay to many visits to my towel for my likening. i was having some serious
talks to those little buggars, but somehow the towel and them were like lil’
magnets…we then moved to another spot underneath some trees where we were
introduced by locals how to call monkeys and trace down and open up almonds. it
was soooooo cultural anthropology all over again!!
met up w/
some intercultural buddies and went to this amazing bar (barba roja) in the
evening to see the sunset. It had the most amazing viewing deck, consequently
calling for some serious kodak action. think of how many pictures u can take of
a sunset. then just double that and that’s what I’m stuck w/ now (ok…the other
reason for taking so many photos being that lisa and i were ecstatic about the
functions on our new cameras). not only did we take photos of the sunset and
ourselves, but also of this random person totally fit enough to be on a photo. he
was rather shocked at first, but turned out to be a very good model indeed.
had a fun
night at the hostel. Lovely night too, w/ winds blowing in my ear w/ 50km/h.
next morning we decided (whilst sitting in our hammocks enjoying some lovely CR
coffee) to go to makanda by the sea, which has the most amazing infinity pool
and view EVER. had a seriously killing hike up/down the mountain, but then got
pampered like hotel guests. the infinity pool and view were stunning. and it
was just us there. true torture…totally adding an infinity pool in CR to my wish list:
¡pura vida!
