As far as hostels go, Tucan Hotel is a five star. It is clean, friendly, and full of character. The courtyard was lit with lanterns, some made
from sea shells, others made from bold, colorful rice papers. To top it off, they are wrapped and/or draped
with yarn, as if Emeril was here and said BAMB! Tucan Hotel epitomizes the sleepy feel of a
beachy town. There is no surprise that
Tre, who runs the place, talks so slow as if he is permanently high.
By the time we arrived in Uvita, it was already dark and
raining. So we checked in to Tucan and
got a room with bath, since there were three of us. We ate in the courtyard with a bottle of wine,
with soft Latin music playing against the pattering of rain on the tin rooftop
over our heads. It was a nice way to end
the night, except I thought our room smelled like the bathroom the whole night.
DUDE, what the big deal is about Americans liking to get a room with bath anyway?
