South Pacific Coast

Well, well, well. This past week has gone by so fast, been a pretty normal week, filled with working, pilates, and going out with friends. But it was also spent trying to figure out this weekends transportation to the secluded south pacific coast. For some reason I was taking public bus (which was still like a charter bus) and was going to have to make two transfers, at different stations, and all the places were not answering their phones so we could figure out times. Eventually it was planned that I would take the 5:30 am bus from San Jose to San Isidro and meet up with the hotel manager (who was going to be there) and he would take me. Phew, much easier for me! Then we called a cab to pick me up at 4:30 the next morning (the station said to get there 40 mins early). Alvaro, who set up my cab, said to call the company at 4:25 if they had not arrived, and he wrote down what to say in Spanish. Oh no, this just isn't going to go well, I could tell.

Saturday Morning: 4:15 am the cab arrives! Early! Perfect! And playing good music, it's going well! I did not have to call the company, did not have to wake up Alvaro! It's going to be a good day. I thought way way way too soon. Get to the station and no one is there, completely closed down (and its dark outside and rainy). I was like aqui?? And the cab guy was like yea. So I get out, walk around, the entrance is closed. The cab guy got out, made a call, and was like it does not open til 530. And then continued to tell me that this area is very dangerous, very dangerous. So I did not know what to do, maybe I would have to make the call to Alvaro. The cab guy told me to but my bag in the car, while I crossed the street to call (since it's very dangerous). Luckily I could not figure out the phone and could not get through, because what could Alvaro have done? So three women arrive, so I guess all I can do is wait. While waiting, some crazy man came up and started babbling on, I could tell he was no bueno because the women were trying to avoid him, I could also tell he was saying stuff about me. But the line got longer and the doors finally opened. Next issue: the only tickets left for the bus were standing (which had to be explained by someone since no one around spoke english), but I needed to get there so yea I bought a standing ticket for the 3 hour journey to San Isidro. Luckily there were seats and I got to sit the entire time.
Get to San Isidro, look for the manager's car, I do not see anything. Time to attempt the public phone and call his cell phone. After it finally decides to take my coins and stop speaking Spanish to me, I get ringing, but no answer. I keep trying and the phone keeps not working. I ask a woman near me if she speaks english, of course not, but she helps me and tries to call the numbers I have, and then attempts with her phone card. Doesn't work. After more attempts, contemplating taking the bus back to San Jose (since it was only 5 dollars) and asking more non-english speaking people for help, I head into the jewlery/clothing store behind me to see if she speaks english and can help with the situation of me being stranded in San Isidro. Of course seh does not speak English, but uses her cell phone to call, and eventually we get through to the hotel. The woman there tells me he waited at 8 and I did not show up... my bus arrived at 9 and it was supposed to arrive at 8:30, wasn't THAT late. Anyways she said to call her back she would try and find me a taxi. Well after lots of waiting and calling she gets me a way there. It's this old man driving a truck, obviously no english. But I did use some of my Spanish and found out he lives and works in San Isidro, has two kids a son and daughter who also live there and a few other things and he asked me some stuff. Eventually I get to the eco-lodge, but the cab was expensive and I decided I am def taking a plane home.

At the eco-lodge I watched a video about the lodge and Uvita (where I was, south of Dominical). "Please feel free to kill any wasps, scorpions or ants in your room out of self defense" oh great, I do not have Andres my scary bug catcher, "And do not walk on the trails alone as there are numerous poisonous snakes" hmmm I am alone. My tours that I was supposed to go on, Kayaking on Saturday and Whale watching Sunday did not happen, the area is so secluded that some days people are not signed up so they do not go. So, Saturday I hiked down to the beach, which I could only stay at for about 30 minutes since high tide was coming and that meant the beach would disappear and I would not be able to get back to the trail. Then it rained, so I took a nap, since I had been up since 4 am (oh and I did not eat until I got to the lodge which was like 1 pm). Oh, I did forget to mention, the lodge has an AMAZING panoramic view of the ocean and all the rooms have their own porches which have great views as well. But I realized that secluded places, true nature eco-lodges (without pools, tvs, bars, etc..) and without tours are not really places for single travelers.
Sunday: I had to go on the trails since I had no tours. I started of with the Los Ajos trail, took me deep into the jungle and I was paranoid about snakes, thinking that no one would find me if I were to be bitten and die in the jungle. Suck the venom out right? I did have a basic first aid kit with me and my leatherman (thanks laura haha). The trails were really long and great actually and this deep in the jungle trail was made great by me seeing two black and green poison dart frogs. (And then I remembered what a guide had told me earlier about how you become paralyzed, start convulsing and die.. or something like that). I also saw a lot of snake holes, and then realized they belonged to spiders as well when I saw a giant spider crawl back into it. About after an hour loop I returned alive! Next trail I took led me deep into the forest and then out onto the ocean with lots of rocks to climb around, then another place with huge rocks, which were all very beautiful and I took way too many pictures that probably look all the same! There I also walked through a huge spider web and disrupted a huge spider, debated whether I would be able to pass or if he would jump on me and attack or something. Luckily I passed because climbing on the rocks was great fun. Again I made it back! Decided to head to the beach again during low tide. The rest of the afternoon just rested around, read a book, hung out on my porch. This morning I was woken up by a howler monkey right outside my room at 430, it was SO loud, I really cannot believe how loud they are, but they are, and if I had not heard them before I would probably think a gorilla was coming to get me. Also, before I left I saw some spider monkeys right outside my porch, they are my favorite because they just fling themselves around.

But, yes, I did take a plane. Again the taxi to the airport was a bit expensive but the plane ride was totally worth it. I waited at the "airport" ( I put that in quotes because it consisted of about four benches and a landing strip), at the airport I met a Japanese woman so we talked a bit (in Japanese of course, especially since she did not speak English).
But the plane was small but the flight was awesome and Costa Rica is beautiful. On my cab ride home though I did have to stop at the ATM since all my money was taken from me by cabs trying to get to and out of the South Pacific.

But now I am home sweet home. And very very sad that a week from today is my last day here. GAH i don't even want to think about it.

Oh, my advice for the week. learn spanish? take flights to remote areas? no.. umm oh, stay at hotels or lodges that have airport transportation, that would be nice.