Wednesday, January 10, 2007

Pura Vida

Kiki, skip this post and scroll down for an abbreviated version.

Okay, seriously now. Day 4 consisted mostly of driving all day to Dominical. We passed through Jaco,(Known for a beginners surfing town along with a variety of prostitutes for your pleasure and some of the best stuff you can lick....Ice Cream) Quepos (Noting, we just drove through it), Manuel Antonio (If you believe it, they had a hostel named CatDog. I ain't kidding), and finally Dominical.

Domincal is the ultimate surfers paradise. The whole time it reminded us of being in the movie Point Break. "Utah, Give me two." Catdoggg wants to retire there. Kind of funny, but toward the end her hair started to look like that kid's with the boomerang from Mad Max 2.

Our hotel was pretty cool except for the fact that it was open and every fucking creature in the world could crawl in and say hello. Which they did. We seemed to be attacked only at night by these weird worms. Kind of like rollie pollies. Annoying. Liz, you would not have liked it. Although, sleeping and waking up early morning by all the jungle sounds was Pura Vida...

Catdoggg went scuba diving Day 5 and I enjoyed the day by myself. Playing in the ocean, man those waves were cool, to drinking some suds with the non-deodorant wearing, reefer, smelling locals. Then I took a nice nap. I think my first real nap of the whole trip. Cat came back with tales of seeing White-Tipped Sharks, multiple eels, mermaids, rays, but not the deadly kind, and tons of fish... Go figure! Our PRIVATE guide ended up scrapping his finger along the coral, making himself a tasty treat for sharks. He lived though. Otherwise, if he had gotten eaten we were fucked getting home....

Day 6 we woke up early and made our way down to the beach for a little boogie board action. The waves were ripping and we had a blast. Of course I ended up breaking my boogie board. Catdoggg, meanwhile was out in between the surfers, catching monster breaks, and getting in their way...

Then we embarked on our last looooong drive of the Costa Rican trip. The only way we could get back to San Jose was to drive up the mountain called the Death Mountain. Halfway through the trip we ended up being over 14,000 feet above sea level. Above the clouds people. We were looking done at the clouds. Really weird, but extremely cool. They were even blowing across the road as we drove. Mauricio took us off roading for a bit to get to the tippy top to be able to look down. PURA VIDA!

We ate at a truck stop, drove down the mountain, hit traffic in San Jose and are here at the hostel. Oh! I noticed that Guantánamo Bay has an automatic fence door opener. I think Mauricio should invest in one of those.

Here are a few quick notes about our trip..

* Our clothes stink. In fact they have stunk since Day 1. Bat poo drenched clothes stink forever.

* What the Fuck? Everybody in Costa Rica is nice....

* Nothing dries. In fact everything get s damp. And you thought we had tough humidity.

* Orange Fanta, Orange Costa Rican Fanta in a bottle makes Catdoggg puke. YUMMY!!!

* Dulce Agua is gross. It maybe the typical drink for Costa Ricans, but it is nasty...

* They do have guardrails on the 14,000 foot mountain.

* We still haven't seen Volcano Arenal.

* We miss our son and families...



Photos are coming soon for your viewing pleasure...

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

Glad to hear they have guardrails at 14,000 ft. My GOD! Course that doesn't sound have as bad as having nightly visitors from the creatureworld. Note: Toss the Bat-pee smelling clothing and be sure to shake everything out thoroughly. Don't want to be bringing back any surprise souvenirs :-)

Anonymous said...

you miss me?

ThePapaDog said...

liz,
cancel the service- three countries, no sercive in any of them.
the third being panama

Anonymous said...

I'm soooooooooooo sorry it isn't working.Damn Cingular! Be safe!