Wow
I cant believe that I am actually sitting at home, in my house. Sitting on my computer using my parents free internert. The time has come. The trip is offiicically over.
The last two weeks were good though. After Santa Taresa we took the ferry back over the peninsula and hopped a bus to Playa Hermosa (yes, another beach town). Playa Hermosa is beautiful. Black sand beaches that stretch on for ages.... We stayed in a little cabina type thing that was actually pretty cheap.
The surf was a bit intense. OK. It was friggen crazy. It was all on-shore waves, huge and powerful. I did not go out. Way too scary. I watched some people get worked for a while, which was fun. You know me, I like to see other people struggle surfing...hahaha.
We only ended up staying one night in Playa Hermosa, but that night being a Saturday we decided to go over to the next big town (Jaco) and party it up. We also went with a couple people from our hostel...these crazy english boys and a couple americans. We had one crazy-ass night. It was completely off the hook. We went for a night swim, and it was so late that we watched the bloody sun rise.
The next morning was a bit slow...we had plans that we made earlier to meet Mauricio in this mountain town a couple hours away at 5 in the afternoon. We thought we were going ot have plenty of time. BUT, when we went to go catch a bus, we found out that we had just missed the last one and there wasnt another one untill bloody 4:30 in the afternoon. So we decided to just to try to hitch a ride there. We stood on the side of the road for a while tryign to hail rides from surfers and travallers going by. No such luck. But finally two local guys in this van type thing came by and told us it would be no problem for them to give us a ride. So we happily got in stoked that we were getting a ride for free. Oh, how we were wrong....
When we arrived in Quepos (only half way there), we got out and heaped our stuff on the sidewalk. Being the nice people that we are I offered him 10 dollars and pack of smokes. He just stared at it blankly, so I told him it was for him to say thank-you for the ride. He then demands for more money telling us that the gas alone would be 40 american dollars.
Let us say, that we were not pleased. Not pleased at all. We wernt even going to give him more money, but we decided we should since he got a bit scary and pissed off and we really didnt want to start anything. But Sage did get her words in. She reamed him out, and by the end he kinda drove away looking scared.
So there we are, standing in a stupid bus station, out of 40 dollars. We are tired, hung-over, and pissed. We still have to make it all the way to San Isidro, and we are only half way there, and its already 5:15. Oh, and more bloody good news, the bus dosent get leave into friggen 7:00. So we sat in a bus station for two hours, pissed off and antsy. I think Toni may have eaten a whole back of Doritos in utter pissed-off-ness. She also rapped along to some eminen which amused me and the rest of the bus station.
The bus finally comes, and we get on. I have no leg room, my stupid window is broken and its about 400 degrees. But Im feeling better, its only 40 km to Dominical, where we will take a cab to San Isidro. We should be getting there soon.
Oh, how I was wrong. The roads were in such poor shape that it took us 2.5 hours to go 40 km. TWO AND A HALF HOURS. We had to drive though a river once, and the grand canyon of all potholes. It was pretty terrible.
When we arrived in Dominical, we ordered stiff drinks and waited for a taxi. Luckily, the taxi ride went smooth, and at 12:00 AM, we finally made it into San Isidro. Only 7 hours late...nice.
We had a nice dinner of shite fast food and passed out. It had been a long day.
The next morning was gorgeuous though, and we ate breakfast and took a taxi to Quebradas (little village where Maurico is, that we visited two years earlier). Mauricio wasnt theres, so we went up to Fudebiol to look at the football feild that we had worked on 2 years ago. It was really beautiful. All the grass had grown in, and everythign was looking very lush and green. Carlos's rock wall was still there, and our steps too.
I picked a banana right off a tree, something I have wanted to do for a long time. OK, so it was a very small tree and the banana was green and hard as a rock...but it still counts. I also went back to my host familys house. Unfortunatly only one of my 'brothers' was there, but it was fun and he showed us the house and yard and stuff. It was so weird to be back there. Everything was pretty much the same, just a little bigger and brighter.
Later on we met up with Mauricio and went to the bar to have a few drinks and catch up. It was crazy fun. Who knew a Sunday night in a mountain city could be so incredibly busy and off the hook?
The next morning it was back to San Jose. We said our goodbyes to Maurico telling him it was his turn now to come to Canada. The bus ride was uncomftorable and I felt sick. I had a fever, and was not feeling happy. When we arrived at our hostel though, I felt a little better and we hung out and went for dinner. We decided not to go out and party. I thought it would be pretty dumb feeling Malariay and all. We had glorious sleep, and in the morning it was off the airport. It was sad, I didnt want to leave my little Central America. We had grown so close.
Little did I know, I would be spending more time in the Costa Rican airport than I thought. Right before we were supposed to board our flight, there was an announcment that there was a 'burning smell' coming from the plane, and it needed to be checked out. Two and a half hours later, we board. I was pissed...there was a very big chance that we wouldnt make our connection flight and I was in no mood to stay in Houston the night.
But we were going to try to make it. So when the plane landed in Houston we booked it off the plane. We had to run and get our baggage to bring through customs again before we took off. The baggage took forever, and mine came first so I booked it through customs and hucked it on the convator belty thing. We had about 25 mins to catch out flight, and everything seemed to be taking ages. Then it was security, which was an absolute nightmare. I had this stupid safety-pin holding my shirt together in the back (im homeless remember?) and no matter how hard I tried to explain, they did not understand. SO, I got the nice 'female assistant' to give me a pat down. There was something still beeping and we couldnt figure it out. At this point my carry on bags were somewhere I didnt know and I didnt know what the hell was going on. TURNS OUT, there was one lone stupid-ass coin in my money belt that was under my clothes. She then had to put the damn thing through the XRAY machine. It came out OK, and I grabbed my bags that appeared from nowhere and started booking it. Halfaway down this massive halway, I relized that they had taken my passport and I had not gotten it back. I had to run back, and get it from this stupid guy who was convinced that I wasnt who I was.
Now I was madly running down the halways not knowing where the hell I was. Zoe and Sage were not well ahead of me. George Bush airport is not only scary, but HUGE. I had about 2 minutes to find the stupid gate, and I couldnt. I kept asking people and they kept pointing me in the wrong direciton. I was sprinting by people with my passport and boardingpass clamped in my mouth. I finally see my gate about a km away and start sprinting. All of a sudden, I feel my backpack shift. The friggen zipper opens and all my stuff GOES EVERYWHERE. Now Im pretty angry, and Im scrambling around the floor swearing scarily gathering my things. I grab my shit and book it to the gate. Sage and Zoe are there, and WE MADE IT. Thats right people, we made our flight. After all that went wrong, I got on that damn plane and I flew all the way home.
Well nearly home. Our plane arrived in Vancouver. Right away I felt the frigid Canadian air. So cold. So very very cold.
All our bags arrived, except Sages pack, which got lost in Houston somewhere. Luckily enough my booze survived the trip. After that flight I was gonna need it.
Met up with mum, chella and lisa which was great. Havent seen anyone in ages, it was nice to see some more familiar faces. We caught up a bit, I had some tea which was FAB. Zoe and Sage went to Sages aunts house and I went with my mom to chellas apartment.
It was odd not to sleep next to Sage and Zoe. A little sad actually. Im gonna miss living with those two...we had some crazy good times.
This trip was absolutey amazing. I wouldnt change it for the world. Everything we did and saw along the way was incredible. I have had the best times of my life on this adventure and it was sad to see it come to an end. Already I miss the little Central American quirks. The smells, the food, random spanish yelling, not having to wach your clothes, warm weather and even warmer water, and especially people. I have met so many cool people on this trip. Its gonna be hard to be so far away from my friends.
but already my next trip is in the works....
The last two weeks were good though. After Santa Taresa we took the ferry back over the peninsula and hopped a bus to Playa Hermosa (yes, another beach town). Playa Hermosa is beautiful. Black sand beaches that stretch on for ages.... We stayed in a little cabina type thing that was actually pretty cheap.
The surf was a bit intense. OK. It was friggen crazy. It was all on-shore waves, huge and powerful. I did not go out. Way too scary. I watched some people get worked for a while, which was fun. You know me, I like to see other people struggle surfing...hahaha.
We only ended up staying one night in Playa Hermosa, but that night being a Saturday we decided to go over to the next big town (Jaco) and party it up. We also went with a couple people from our hostel...these crazy english boys and a couple americans. We had one crazy-ass night. It was completely off the hook. We went for a night swim, and it was so late that we watched the bloody sun rise.
The next morning was a bit slow...we had plans that we made earlier to meet Mauricio in this mountain town a couple hours away at 5 in the afternoon. We thought we were going ot have plenty of time. BUT, when we went to go catch a bus, we found out that we had just missed the last one and there wasnt another one untill bloody 4:30 in the afternoon. So we decided to just to try to hitch a ride there. We stood on the side of the road for a while tryign to hail rides from surfers and travallers going by. No such luck. But finally two local guys in this van type thing came by and told us it would be no problem for them to give us a ride. So we happily got in stoked that we were getting a ride for free. Oh, how we were wrong....
When we arrived in Quepos (only half way there), we got out and heaped our stuff on the sidewalk. Being the nice people that we are I offered him 10 dollars and pack of smokes. He just stared at it blankly, so I told him it was for him to say thank-you for the ride. He then demands for more money telling us that the gas alone would be 40 american dollars.
Let us say, that we were not pleased. Not pleased at all. We wernt even going to give him more money, but we decided we should since he got a bit scary and pissed off and we really didnt want to start anything. But Sage did get her words in. She reamed him out, and by the end he kinda drove away looking scared.
So there we are, standing in a stupid bus station, out of 40 dollars. We are tired, hung-over, and pissed. We still have to make it all the way to San Isidro, and we are only half way there, and its already 5:15. Oh, and more bloody good news, the bus dosent get leave into friggen 7:00. So we sat in a bus station for two hours, pissed off and antsy. I think Toni may have eaten a whole back of Doritos in utter pissed-off-ness. She also rapped along to some eminen which amused me and the rest of the bus station.
The bus finally comes, and we get on. I have no leg room, my stupid window is broken and its about 400 degrees. But Im feeling better, its only 40 km to Dominical, where we will take a cab to San Isidro. We should be getting there soon.
Oh, how I was wrong. The roads were in such poor shape that it took us 2.5 hours to go 40 km. TWO AND A HALF HOURS. We had to drive though a river once, and the grand canyon of all potholes. It was pretty terrible.
When we arrived in Dominical, we ordered stiff drinks and waited for a taxi. Luckily, the taxi ride went smooth, and at 12:00 AM, we finally made it into San Isidro. Only 7 hours late...nice.
We had a nice dinner of shite fast food and passed out. It had been a long day.
The next morning was gorgeuous though, and we ate breakfast and took a taxi to Quebradas (little village where Maurico is, that we visited two years earlier). Mauricio wasnt theres, so we went up to Fudebiol to look at the football feild that we had worked on 2 years ago. It was really beautiful. All the grass had grown in, and everythign was looking very lush and green. Carlos's rock wall was still there, and our steps too.
I picked a banana right off a tree, something I have wanted to do for a long time. OK, so it was a very small tree and the banana was green and hard as a rock...but it still counts. I also went back to my host familys house. Unfortunatly only one of my 'brothers' was there, but it was fun and he showed us the house and yard and stuff. It was so weird to be back there. Everything was pretty much the same, just a little bigger and brighter.
Later on we met up with Mauricio and went to the bar to have a few drinks and catch up. It was crazy fun. Who knew a Sunday night in a mountain city could be so incredibly busy and off the hook?
The next morning it was back to San Jose. We said our goodbyes to Maurico telling him it was his turn now to come to Canada. The bus ride was uncomftorable and I felt sick. I had a fever, and was not feeling happy. When we arrived at our hostel though, I felt a little better and we hung out and went for dinner. We decided not to go out and party. I thought it would be pretty dumb feeling Malariay and all. We had glorious sleep, and in the morning it was off the airport. It was sad, I didnt want to leave my little Central America. We had grown so close.
Little did I know, I would be spending more time in the Costa Rican airport than I thought. Right before we were supposed to board our flight, there was an announcment that there was a 'burning smell' coming from the plane, and it needed to be checked out. Two and a half hours later, we board. I was pissed...there was a very big chance that we wouldnt make our connection flight and I was in no mood to stay in Houston the night.
But we were going to try to make it. So when the plane landed in Houston we booked it off the plane. We had to run and get our baggage to bring through customs again before we took off. The baggage took forever, and mine came first so I booked it through customs and hucked it on the convator belty thing. We had about 25 mins to catch out flight, and everything seemed to be taking ages. Then it was security, which was an absolute nightmare. I had this stupid safety-pin holding my shirt together in the back (im homeless remember?) and no matter how hard I tried to explain, they did not understand. SO, I got the nice 'female assistant' to give me a pat down. There was something still beeping and we couldnt figure it out. At this point my carry on bags were somewhere I didnt know and I didnt know what the hell was going on. TURNS OUT, there was one lone stupid-ass coin in my money belt that was under my clothes. She then had to put the damn thing through the XRAY machine. It came out OK, and I grabbed my bags that appeared from nowhere and started booking it. Halfaway down this massive halway, I relized that they had taken my passport and I had not gotten it back. I had to run back, and get it from this stupid guy who was convinced that I wasnt who I was.
Now I was madly running down the halways not knowing where the hell I was. Zoe and Sage were not well ahead of me. George Bush airport is not only scary, but HUGE. I had about 2 minutes to find the stupid gate, and I couldnt. I kept asking people and they kept pointing me in the wrong direciton. I was sprinting by people with my passport and boardingpass clamped in my mouth. I finally see my gate about a km away and start sprinting. All of a sudden, I feel my backpack shift. The friggen zipper opens and all my stuff GOES EVERYWHERE. Now Im pretty angry, and Im scrambling around the floor swearing scarily gathering my things. I grab my shit and book it to the gate. Sage and Zoe are there, and WE MADE IT. Thats right people, we made our flight. After all that went wrong, I got on that damn plane and I flew all the way home.
Well nearly home. Our plane arrived in Vancouver. Right away I felt the frigid Canadian air. So cold. So very very cold.
All our bags arrived, except Sages pack, which got lost in Houston somewhere. Luckily enough my booze survived the trip. After that flight I was gonna need it.
Met up with mum, chella and lisa which was great. Havent seen anyone in ages, it was nice to see some more familiar faces. We caught up a bit, I had some tea which was FAB. Zoe and Sage went to Sages aunts house and I went with my mom to chellas apartment.
It was odd not to sleep next to Sage and Zoe. A little sad actually. Im gonna miss living with those two...we had some crazy good times.
This trip was absolutey amazing. I wouldnt change it for the world. Everything we did and saw along the way was incredible. I have had the best times of my life on this adventure and it was sad to see it come to an end. Already I miss the little Central American quirks. The smells, the food, random spanish yelling, not having to wach your clothes, warm weather and even warmer water, and especially people. I have met so many cool people on this trip. Its gonna be hard to be so far away from my friends.
but already my next trip is in the works....
posted by clare at 9:48 AM
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Looking foreward to having tea. Sounds like you had a great last few days, hahaha.
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