Costa Rica Hola!

Met at SJO by smilie John who advised me pre arrival he was ‘african american and didn’t lack for food’ check n check.  Quick pick up of beer, water and yuca crisps and after 16hrs door to door I’m set for the night in the ‘Paradise Hotel’.

       

Next day bus – little old lady in aisle, mine is the window, she shuffles across to window – hey luv you might be 96 and don’t look at me with those puppy dogs, shuffle back … hmmm is that wrong?! 5 mins later as wheels start turning I start nodding off … maybe she had a point. 5 odd hrs later in Samara (pronunced Sam-a-ra as opposed to my initial Sa-mara).  Food expensive.  Pick up 2 bottles of beer and large bag of crisps aka spot the english bird.  Next day beach bum or more accurately beach burn as I managed to miss parts of my wee body with my wee hands.  WTF.  Next day new hostel (literally brand new – El Cactus, fab).  Spent day in hammock fully clothed (cue softly strung violin) sweaty betty stylie.

Bumped into ex pat Nick – very interesting guy, environmental journalist and multi tasker of a number of projects including just written a childrens book.  Also great bar escort cue 3 bar hops and last in dorm.  Next day chatting to Annie by pool (loose term think large hot tub minus the hot) with my legs dangling in.  She says ‘ís that a rat?!’ Points to pool.  I squeal, legs out pronto.  Her ‘will it drown?’. Me ‘no idea’.  Me stands on chair.  Her scoops out with net.  Another bod says itś a ‘baby possum’ phew.  Excitement over heart rate down.