Bus to bed to bus to bed...

We are moving a little slow the next morning after a late night of celebrating just because! Breakfast is in order before attempting the chicken buses and the roads. It's an easy decision to go one last time to the market for eggs, fresh-made tortillas, beans, salad and plaintain all for $2.50!!!
Our first leg of travel is 5hrs to Managua, Nicaragua. This is a large city and major hub for switching buses and moving onwards. There is not much else for a tourist to see and do so it is actually welcoming to just stay in our room for the night, watch movies and rest for our 13 hour day starting at 6am the next morning.
The Honduras border is close so most of our Tica bus adventure takes us through an exploration of the countryside . Beautiful hills trace around what still looks like very poor living conditions. Quite a contrast but nothing too shocking after all that we have seen already throughout Nicaragua. At the border we change over our Cordoba's for Lempira so that we can enjoy some roadside grub which once again resembles that of basically carbs and meat!!!
Our destination is San Pedro Sula which is second biggest to the capital city Tegucigalpa. By the time we arrive all that is left to do is find dinner and an ATM before another morning of travel to our final destination which is Copan, 5 hours away. Similar to Nicaraugua, the chicken buses here are a source of entertainment in themselves! People on and off selling things, the scenery and the driving. This particular morning our bus driver thought he was Jaques Villeneuve training for the F1! Swinging the back end from side to side, passing tractor trailers on the left then weaving in and out was just the way of the road here - it's amazing how easily we put our trust in some stranger to get us somewhere without even questioning driving etiquette or capability.
We arrive safe in Copan, a charming town of steep cobbled streets and red-tiled roofs set among green hills. Besides its' proximity to the infamous archeological site of Copan, there seems to be so much more to offer the weary traveller with the beautiful countryside and cute cafes and shops to pass the time.

Superbowl Sunday

Back in San Juan now. Superbowl Sunday rolls around quickly which means the Terrible Towel is coming out!! Danny is FIRED up for the big game - GO STEELERS!!! It is a nostalgic day for him, for over 30 years it has been tradition that he and the boys get together for a game of touch football before watching the big game all together. This will be his first year missing the camaderie yet still nice to be enjoying the game in shorts with flipflops.
The Steelers lose but it is an entertaining game nonetheless and the atmoshpere at the bar was everything Danny could hope for.
Pack it up pack it in (no pun intended), looking ahead to a few long days of travel to get up to the Honduras border and over into Copan where we will spend the next 5 nights...

The bikeride of bump and bruises

Next stop, Ometepe Island in the middle of Lake Nicaragua! This requires a local bus back to Rivas where we pick up the ferry for a couple of dollars (Cordobas) and about a 1 hour ride. According to our travel book, the more popular activities on the island include hiking one of the two valcanos, relaxing on the beach and bikeriding around the coast. Sounds like a plan! Whatever happens however, we absolutely need to be back in surftown to catch the SuperBowl game since that seemed to be Danny's best bet at having any sort of party atmosphere in a sporty type of setting.
During our stay in San Juan we had scored a really sweet apartment with a kitchen and a balcony above the only Irish pub in town. Even better was that our plan to come back meant that we could leave our backpacks in storage so that our trip to the island could be done with our day packs only.
Once on the island we score a ride with a bunch of other travellers to take us into Santo Domingo which is a very small stretch of beach in between the 2 valcanos. The island is shaped as a figure 8 and the choice of transportation includes one very rare and inconsistent bus or motorbike/bicycle/horse rental. Of course there is always the option for hitching or hiking. We find a hostel called Buena Vista with a very appealing back section overlooking what was once the beach and an even more attractive price tag of $18 for the room for the night!!! The area had recently experienced the heaviest rainy season in 70 years and we were quite happy to settle for the resulting waves crashing up against the deck of our hostel as background noise and what also made for an absolutely mesmorising visual.
Time to scope out the area and figure out our next day. The one and only place to buy water and snacks also serves as our source for information and rentals. Our hostess who doesn't speak one word of English seems to suggest with confidence that taking a bike ride around Volcano Maderas would be 'bonita' and a good idea. From what I understand, done 'rapido' the ride should take 4 hours which sounds like a great introduction to the coast of the island and all the beauty it has to offer. I wake up the next morning with a sore back and very hesitantly back out of the ride figuring it is the smarter thing to do. We go over the map one more time as Danny makes his final preperations for the day ahead: one pocket with his camera, another pocket full of cash, skin lathered with SPF which warrants a no-shirt policy as far as he is concerned. Off he pedals into the smooth cobblestone path as I turn the other way to welcome my day of solitude and relaxation. Ahead are a few Americans and I strike up converstaion asking them about what they know about the area. "Whatever you do, DON'T rent a bike and go THAT way" one says as he points towards in the direction where my most recent memory moments ago were of Danny's trailing words 'good bye' and 'see you later'. The American insists "The trail is absolutely brutal and I would never reccomend it to anybody!". These precautions start ringing in my head as my heart skips a beat and I feel helpless in the cause to warn Danny. Apparently, the smooth ground I am standing on only lasts for another 50 feet before its' unpredictable terrain unravels into it's natural state of uneven rocks and boulders. There is only one thing I can do: wait.
Perhaps the average person on what is less than an average bicycle may figure that 10 minutes into this harsh path was enough to warrant throwing in the big fat white fluffy towel. Except Danny is by far an average person. He loves to push the limits and conquer the unknown with fists pumping and fires blazing...this is one of the many reasons I love him so....so, I wait.
5 hours later the brave warrior himself appears bruised but not broken. He orders a cold Tona as he recounts the days events. I listen with wonder as he explains his first four hours of a head-to-the-ground and pound white-knuckling experience. There is no opportunity for sight-seeing or picture taking as he was just merely trying to stay upright and fight the terrain. He finally stopped at a rest point to buy water at which point in his refined version of sign-language Spanish, asked a local how much further? She took one look at his bicycle and back at him with a shake of her finger to explain "not a good idea, but the bus will be here in 10 minutes!" So, he waited. As he soon found out, the last 6 km were so brutal that even the bus had trouble lumbering up and through and beyond. We still don't understand exactly what our hostess meant by 'bonita', but it doesn't matter, Danny survived and is living to tell the story!!
Needless to say, neither of us was in any shape to climb any volcano the next day and instead opted for a lazy 20 minute walk to the Eye of the Water, a man-made Natural Spring Pool which proved to be just what the Doctor ordered.

The sunny side of Nicaragua

Fresh meat! That is what we are every time we step off a bus, arrive by cab or wobble into town backpack strapped clearly marking our vulnerability. Although we have been learning along the way to always keep small denominations of currency and always get a third and fourth opinion, the matter of fact is, we are 'fresh off the boat' every town we hit. San Juan del Sur is no different and on this late Friday afternoon, everybody wants a piece of the meat. We settle for really basic lodging that night which will run us $20 for the 3 of us!!! Happy Days as Danny says!!! It is time to check out the scene to see what the next few days have in store for us.
The beach itself is very welcoming and the sand feels good under our bare feet again. I am glad that Tim gets to experience some side of the Pacific before he leaves and especially on this night when the sun is setting so beautifully! The crowd seems like a mixed bunch if I can explain it best would be: rasta/artsy/eco-concsious/surfer/older American $$$$/local Nica kind of a feel!
It becomes obvious again that what sets this country apart from its' neighbour is exactly what Costa Rica might have been at one time. More and more foriegners are slowly exploring their options to travel a bit more off the beaten path in Nicaragua where one can truly feel the culture, experience the people and be inspired by local art without any pressure to act like a tourist. The movement is evident with the influx of young entrepreneurs opening up shop with a concept that back home in Canada, the States or the UK could only be a pipe dream. Cafe's serving only local produce with an added English bookstore, a bakery which use's an ingredient other than white enriched flour and a Smoothie shack where one can check the board for the latest news in yoga classes seem to be the more popular choices for those looking for a little piece from home but still with a local flair and feel. What remains consistent however is the consientious effort to enhance the culture while supporting the people and preserving the environment.
For the remainder of the weekend the weather remains hot and sunny which only reminds Tim more of what he will be missing as his departure date approaches. We sadly say goodbye as he sets off on what is sure to be another long day of travel across the border but well worth the time spent together and the memories forever cherished. Bon Voyage Tim and see you at home:-)

Buses and Chickens

Granada is a city rich in History and Culture. The evidence from Colonial times shows through the architecture and especially the old churchs. The scene is very refreshing as the sun rises to cap off our 26 hour travel ordeal. Sleeping on the Ferry has been one of my highlights so far. There has been nothing or nowhere yet to compare to the blanket of stars on this night which accompanied us all along our journey. Their presence was a reminder of how really insignificant our problems can actually seem: when it feels as if the stars are watching you then it manifests into a very humbling experience.
Finding Hostel Oasis was true to its' name and it couldn't be soon enough before we hopped onto a hammok or jumped into the pool. Exploring Granada was fun and exciting. There was an obvious difference in the vibe here compared to other similar cities in Costa Rica: more energy, the people were more aggressive and there was less of a touristy feel. The market area was extremely basic yet intricate at the same time, as if we were in a maze of produce and meat and cheese and flour and just plain stuff being displayed for the purpose of exchange. Everybody is selling something somewhere whether it is in the market, on the street corner, in Central Park, out of their home, at your table and even on the bus!!! Something, somewhere, everywhere...anything is possible!!!
The prices are noticeably cheaper compared to Costa Rica so we decide to live a little large. Eating out, hitting the patios, visiting the local gym and getting our laundry done for us! Time with Tim is slowly coming to a close yet we are excited to still share one more destination with him before he heads back home. San Juan Del Sur lies against the Pacific Ocean close to the (other) border to Costa Rica and is an up and coming popular destination for young surfers and what seems like older Americans looking to capatilize on new and hot property investment. Between our current location and getting there however, requires a ride on the Chicken Bus, 2 of them in fact! I have been anticipating this experience with a bit of anxiety already knowing what is possible on this trip. According to my research and accounts from other travellers, the chicken bus is where 'it' happens: THEFT! Why is it called the chicken bus? Well, literally the chickens ride the bus...once the market closes at about 2pm, everybody and thier daughter is closing up shop and making their respective ways home with inventory on hand just to bring back again the following day.
We are some of the first to get on the bus which means we get a seat, although departure time is not disclosed. We figure the same itinery applies to that of the boat, departure time is when all the seats are full. Rule #1 when travelling on the chicken bus: do not let your bag out of sight!!! Not to be a paranoid adventurer but it has been known that when your bag goes on the roofrack, say bye bye baby....what happens is, the bus makes random stops, picking up other people and dropping off cargo etc.... alot of these transactions are happening right through the back door and eventually become hard to keep track of. One chosen person is organizing this system and half the time, he is riding either on the outside back ladder or right on top with the rest of the cargo, for all we know....he disappears then reappears and all the while there are people on the side of the road giving and recieving other bits of 'stuff'! It would be very easy for our backpacks to go 'missing' and without our awareness for the whole 2 hour ride. So when it is suggested that we have to put our bags on the rack, suddenly mine and Tim's Spanish became very clear and Danny's sign language just aggressive enough that the bus driver understands we are not willing to part with our packs!!! As the seats fill up and more + more cargo is loaded in the back, the bus rambles off and my eyes cling to our belongings like a newborn on a nipple. At every stop there is a shift in the dynamics of our surroundings as entreprenuers fill up the aisle selling chicklets, coconut cookies, sunglasses, you name it!! Our changeover is totally chaotic as we are dumped off the back of one bus and tumble into the back of our connecting one.
Safe and sound, I can actually enjoy this ride as I gaze out the window to absorb what will eventually be our next destination...

beyond tired until it's funny!

The morning of our departure for Nicaragua began super early as we were warned that it was imperative to catch the last Ferry out of San Carlos at 2pm that day to take us across Lago de Nicaragua for our ultimate destination, Granada. Otherwise we would be stranded for another 3 days in this port town with a very bad reputation for crime and theft. There are only two ways to cross over the border legally and due to our location at the time in La Fortuna Costa Rica, it only made sense to try our luck in moving forward via this more challenging route as opposed to hours of backtracking. So the plan was 2 buses that should technically clock 2 hours 45 minutes then a 45 minute riverboat to get us into San Carlos, Nicaragua where we catch the 2pm Ferry. We figured by catching the 6am bus to start our journey should leave us plenty of time to play with.
Our good intentions of sticking to the schedule was immediately thrown off when we realized all our food for the long day ahead which we carefully prepared the night before was locked in the communal kitchen! That only left us with one option: break in!!!
MIssion accomplished and loaded with fuel for our journey, we just managed to make it on time for the bus which happenedto leave 10 minutes early. The trick about travelling on these local buses is finding the right place for our backpacks so that we can keep our eye on it the whole time. Not any easy task when the bus is full. Our belongings are a major target for theft considering that most travellers carry with them different forms of electronics which can easily be sold on the street.
We catch the second bus which will take us to Los Chiles where we check in with the passport office and buy our ticket for the riverboat to cross the official border. This bus however takes an extra hour for different reasons, one being the couple of spot checks along the way, yet we are still on schedule as far as our calculations go. Next step, get our passports stamped. Now we are beginning to understand first hand the severity of the problem with Nicaraguans trying to cross over to Costa Rica illegaly to find work. Mostly, it is farming jobs that they pick up under the table for a few months which serves both nations: cheap labour for the farmers and food on the table for the worker. It is very sad to witness what is the meaning of survival for these people which is enough to humble any soul. Reality for them is pure poverty and sometimes desperate measures to make ends meet. On this particular day however, what this means for us is chaos at the passport office which is further complicated by the fact that nobody speaks any English to help us figure out what resembles some sort of a form of a line-up for something important?! Just when we were feeling at the point of peak frustration along come our saviour to swoop us into safety with one amazingly powerful and much appreciated tool: language! He spoke perfectly good English and also happened to be the captain of our boat!
So things are looking up for us as we purchase our tickets for the boat with what we think is PLENTY of time to get us over and safely onto the Ferry to Grenada. One thing to know about travelling through Central America is to not count on any mode of transportation being on time or according to schedule because chances are, there is no schedule to begin with. So it was almost comical when we found out that our efforts to be on time are totally in vain because this boat only leaves when it is full!!! That could mean anything at this point and slowly as time passes it becomes more apparent that we were out of luck. After 3 hours of waiting until finally the last broomstick and garbage bag full of stuff was loaded on board, we felt fortunate to even have a seat as our last hope of catching the Ferry completely diminished. There was nothing we can do but it really didn't matter as perspective took over and what seemed like a problem to us actually disintegrated along with any other expectation I may have had about things going 'as planned'. These people were being rejected from another country, denied the opportunity to work; they were being turned around to break the news to their families that once again it was beans and bread for dinner. Our situation, not so bad.
As we arrive in San Carlos, it is confirmed that the Ferry has left.....it is just after 3pm after checking in with customs and we are stuck. There is an undeniable thickness in the air and I am suddenly aware of what it is that I am feeling, as if I am stepping into the boxing ring only to find out that my opponent is Southpaw and I have no game plan! Similar to that nightmare where I am trying to scream and nothing is coming out! We don't know much about this town except we MUST get out and fast before dark sets in. It takes 45 minutes of questioning, calculating, probing and almost pleading to find out we have only 2 options and we have about 2 minutes to make up our minds. 1) Undo all the travelling we had done that day to attempt at an even longer day of travel to the other border tomorrow, or 2) take a 1hr $40 cab ride to the next port town with hope to catch the Ferry at 5:30....it is now just after 4pm so this requires absolute trust that what these strangers are telling us are with good intentions.
We choose option # 2 and and are immediately whisked off into the unknown territory of bad driving on what is a really bad road when suddenly the back hatch flings open to forcefully spit out one of the two backpacks which were so hastily stuffed in amonst all the urgency. In unison, the three of us were screaming, "WHOOOOOOOAAAAAAA" until the cab driver finally realized what happened. We all just had to laugh, and really hard especially as Danny chased down the tumbling mass of what was still to be his belongings for the next month of travel.
We arrived safe after a very wild ride and abrupt introduction to the next country of choice mapped out on our itinery. Final and longest leg of travel: 12 hour Ferry ride across the second largest freshwater sea in the Americas at 177km long and 58km wide. Piece of cake:-)

Bits and bites from Costa Rica

To sum up our 19 day experience travelling, eating, sleeping and speaking through Costa Rica would of course be worth mentioning the wonderful people we encountered along the way. The Ticos have been amazingly friendly and hospitable despite their country being swallowed up by tourists this last decade in search of eco adventure + a more affordable way of travel. Apparently though, from what we have seen first hand with the empty hotels and quiet restaurants at peak dinner time, it seems that tourists are landing elsewhere for their fix of cheap eats and surfing, sun + sand. Business owners and service staff have been honest in mentioning that times have been a little tougher the last couple of seasons. We suspect this is for a couple of reasons: the US economy combined with the fact that Costa Rica was expensive!!! At least, we thought so. One cost which remained totally inconsistent and proved to be the difference in our budget was accomodation. Of course being rookies initially, we were such easy targets to be taken advantage of. Or simply the time of day/season could make the difference of $20-$40 for the same room!
Although we could be searching a little harder for dorm style rooms and taking the risk of sleeping with other backpackers for a mere average of $10/night, the thought of sharing a communal bathroom or being stuck next to a major snorer just don't seem appealing enough at this point. So we look for a private room with preferably our own bathroom and use of a kitchen. Extra super bonus is a decent mattress + pillow AND use of our own kitchen!
Nonetheless our great memories and wonderful time spent in the country just meant that we might have to tweak our budget a bit as we moved on to cheaper countries such as Nicaragua and Honduras.
My grasp of the Spanish language is improving. I am definately glad that I had invested in some private tutoring beforehand though, since more often than not we were needing to communicate some essentials especially in the smaller towns. Verbs like Tener, Poder, Quiero and Hacer were definately lifesavers and then of course the usual: Donde, Cuanto, Como se Dice, Buenos (they only say the buenos part of buenos dias) Gracias, Mucho Gusto, Cervesa and the inevitable Bano!!! Stringing the sentences together becomes interesting as my Portuguese and French start to get in on the mix, but it seems to do the trick as the similarities prove enough. Danny is doing super awesome with his sign-language techniques, LOL. Although we joke that I would have to be the translator for the duration of the trip, he really is understanding more and I do believe by the end of it all he will be able to say 'nosotros' without help:-)
So far there has not been much culture shock, mostly just adjusting to the Costa Rican way of life: buses that don't run on time, a bit of a language barrier and of course, food! As part of my regular eating schedule, I like to balance my carbs and types of carb vs. proteins and healthy fats using proper timing intervals between meals all the while paying attention to my fibre intake so that my absorption of vitamins and minerals are optimal so that in turn, digestion is smooth and elimination is clockwork. WELL, none of that is possible here!!! HA!!
A staple here possible with EVERY meal is rice + beans (gallo pinto) and plantain done any way possible but preferably fried of course. Fruit is plentiful which has been my saviour but veggies, especially the green leafy ones that typically comfort and accompany me in my tupperware back home, are hard to find here!! However, we are just embracing the white rice and almost everything else being made with corn and the textures and taste have been wonderful whether it is meat on a stick with a side something fried off the side of the road or dining in a restaurant to get comida tipico. The chicken actually tastes like chicken and the eggs are so fresh that they sell them anywhere and everywhere and at room temperature!
Monday Tim comes back from Monteverde and Tues we are off to NIcaragua. We already know it is going to be a long day of travel but definately was not expecting what was going to be the adventure ahead....

Zip Lining

The adventure continues, Sunday morning we are booked to go zip-lining which is something that neither of us have ever tried. We were being picked up at 10:30 am and taken to the site where 4 guides were waiting to take us through 12 different lines of difficulty, height and speed!! What a rush!!! There is not much to it except just let yourself go and trust your harness....we had quite a few yelps out loud and were feeling quite giddy by the end of the morning, one more box checked off the list:-)

Fabulous at 50!!

Yesterday was a very special day. Danny's 50th birthday!!! WOW!!! This man continues to inspire me every day with his outlook on life, his pure energy and his ability to love so strong. He is actually an inspiration to most people that meet him and I am so blessed that we get to spend this time together.
Tim had left in the morning to check out Monteverde, the biggest Cloud Forest in Costa Rica. Danny and I were scheduled to spend the day at the Baldi Hot Springs which is a huge resort/hotel in La Fortuna where the background is the impressive Arenal Volcano. The itinery: countless waterfalls, hot and cold spring water baths, a sauna, waterslides, jacuzzi and 3 swim-up bars all with buffet lunch included bewteen 12 - 2. Not only did we spend the day but we stayed part of the night!! He was having a blast and we truly just let ourselves relax into the sights and sounds. By the time we finished dinner in town, we both agreed more relaxation was in order.....to bed we go after a full day of absolutely nothing and everything at the same time, if that's possible....a successful day at the spa and one very satisfied birthday boy:-)

Cousin Tim

Really not much to do in Liberia. Couple of musuems but we are looking for our fill of History once we hit Nicaragua and Guatemala. To the beach we go for Monday!!! Playa Hermosa is about 1 hr bus ride away, and the perfect time filler as I await my cousin's arrival tonight.
Tim and I grew up extremely close right from birth. We lived mere blocks away from eachother throughout childhood and were inseperable on weekends and every summer vacation. Until this day we remain good friends and I am very excited for a piece of home coming our way. An added bonus is that he is bringing my netbook from home which I didn't see much use for initially but regreted not bringing it on this 2 month excursion almost immediately.
The 3 of us set out the next day with our shuttle for Rincon de la Vieja, about 1 hr away. The land at this National Park is actually alive and breathing: the volcano last erupted in 1991, and rivers of lava still broil beneath the thin epidermis of ground ( I took this from our guide book, thanks again Gillian + Ross). An absolutely amazing hike and definately the most intense physical exercise Danny and I have done to this point. My favourite was the mud pots, totally mesmorizing to watch the action of mud bubbling which created a sound I will never forget!!!

The rest of the week just flies by as we pack in our schedule with road trips, more hiking, waterfalls, hot springs, a massage, a full moon, and making falafel for dinner from scratch!! Of course, Danny knows Tim from back home and it is extra special that I get to spend this time with 2 guys that I love and appreciate so much PLUS they get along so famously that a couple of times I felt I should leave them alone for some guy time. Fine by me as I am pretty comfortable with my own thoughts and time for meditation:-)

Church, street meat and BULLS!

Sunday mornings mean one thing in Central America: CHURCH! It seems so far in our travels, no matter how small the village or how desolete the town there is always one consistent and definate staple: the existence and possibilty for religion with prayer in a communal surrounding for the purpose of fellowship and worship in a CHURCH!
What this means to tourists like us is only one thing: nothing open and nothing for sale = no morning coffee!!! Albeit, the tradition and dedication is still very much appreciated.
Now that we feel like professional local bus travellers, riding back to Santa Cruz is actually pleasant as we anticipate what awaits us at this festival. All we know is that Liberia is totally deserted and can't help but wonder if every Tico, Chico and his cousins are in attendance....YUP, pretty much!!! The place is jammed with people everywhere and there is an air of total and complete celebration. There is only one thing on these people's minds on this glorious Sunday afternoon: PARTY. We have arrived.
We walk the strip and it doesn't take us long to figure out that we are the only tourists from outside of the country as far as we can tell. This is exactly what we are looking for on this trip: to be immersed in the culture with language, food, people and festivities.
The Bull Riding Championships start at 2. Plenty of time for us grab some street meat and purchase our tickets. The show is entertaining to say the least. The highlight for me was when the overhead main speaker caught fire and all I could imagine was that the entire stadium we were sitting in, including our seats was made of wood.
Taunting and teasing an innocent Bull in an enclosed circle is not my first idea of a game fairly played. It was however very interesting to witness how tradition sticks whether it makes sense or not. Then again, people may say the same thing about boxing:-)

Steelers, Beer and the Terrible Towel

The Steelers are playing Saturday evening so for Danny this means: t.v. and beer!!! I am happy to wander around our new city on the hunt for beer while he settles in front of the tube with terrible towel in hand. (see picture)
There are at best about 5 choices of beer here in Costa Rica, and if we are lucky, we can score a Heinekin in a bottle, happy days!!! But usually and especially in the Super Mercado, we have the choice of Imperial or Pilsen in the can.....not much variety as they are both watery and flat tasting, a far cry from the wonderful hops we have back home. These suds do the trick however, considering at this point we are typically enjoying a beer or two after a long hot day of travelling, hiking or exploring.
The coffee however well makes up for what they lack in tasty beer, when we can get it!!! Seems like when we have early morning excursions and definately on Sundays, there is no easy way of just walking into a cafe and getting one to go on the fly.....it's usually a bit of a process, BUT well worth the work:-)
The Steelers win which means another game the following Sunday which means hunting for a sports bar wherever we are at that point. This reminds me of this past summer when we were on a road trip from Montreal to Boston while the World Cup was on: part of our adventure was finding the most happening and festive place to watch the match where the biggest fans were.....more of a tough task finding American football fans in Costa Rica however, LOL!
It turns out that the festival we came across along our bus travel was actually the National Bull Riding Championships that was coming to a close the next day, Sunday!!! Sounds like a plan:-)

hope for Liberia

Making our way back to the main bus terminal, we can only hope to catch a bus straight to Liberia since we hadn't really planned or researched the departure times. We get there to find out that the bus which leaves for Liberia (a good sign) leaves from another terminal on the other side of town (bad news). First piority: FOOOOOOOOD!!!! Danny scoped out where the locals were eating and what they were eating, done deal.....5 min later we are chowing down probably one of the best soups of my life!!! A hunk of meat on a bone mixed in with a wonderful broth and full of plenty of carbs in the form of dumplings, plantain, potato and all with a side of corn tortilla and rice!!! This was necessary for the 3 hour bus ride ahead.
Part of what takes so long on most local bus rides besides the horrendous roads is that they stop very often. One particular stop peaked our interest however, in the town of Santa Cruz. At this point it is about 2 in the afternoon and there is a full blown festival in at it's peak right before our eyes!!! Mental note, come back tomorrow and check this out!!!
Once in Liberia (we both got a seat on the bus, yay), it was back to the grind to find home for the night. Not much luck here either!!! Plenty of availablity but really lacking in the cleanliness and comfort department. Now, we are willing to 'rough' it a bit but when you are paying the prices they are asking, we could only hope for certain ammenities, like AC and space between the bed and the wall, maybe??? We finally settle on Casa Vieja, close to the Central Park and equipped with a kitchen which we like. Private room with an extra bed for Tim when he arrives although it's very tight.....this is our settlement for the next 4 nights....

bad road conditions makes Toronto traffic appear a breeze!

We are now mobile with a silver diahatsu (I'm thinking Japanese) ready to take on the rough roads ahead, not highly reccomended by the locals, but we are eager to start on our next adventure to Samara. What adds to the excitement of this next endeavor for us is that Danny and I have a pretty good track record of getting lost on road trips regardless of maps, good directions and/or a GPS. Apparently we are meant to just stop in every town and 'ask', considering that there are no street signs, foreign concept to the Costa Ricans we are learning. Alas, 5 hours later we covered the necessary 100kms which is reasonable time considering the bumps, curves and swerves all along the way. Not so bad considering we had the opportunity to catch the stunning sunset over the Pacific at Carrillo beach, just before rolling into Samara for check-in and dinner at our newest habitacion for the evening.

The beach is pretty good but we've seen better along the way and are becoming surf and sun snobs suddenly! There is a really good feel in this town however....kinda like a rasta-carribean flair with a mix of rich American investors slowly contributing with condos, lofts and houses on the outskirts. I find our first gym and am so super excited to test out the equipment and get a pump at the same time! The weights are housed in a very cute and compact but comfortable studio and my favourite is the hanging heavy bag on an outside court. Our host speaks decent English (the development on my Spanish is a whole other post)so I am able to ask questions and get a vibe for the industry here. It turns out, they have no boxing in the town and even more amazing to me is there is no protein powder or shakes for sale at their otherwise very well equipped pro shop!!! Apparently, people here don't care for it; they drink post workout milkshakes and fruit smoothies.

After 3 nights, 2 hostels and 2 too many pizzas later we decide to move on to Nicoya which would require our first local bus trip!! So on a bright sunny Saturday morning after a late Reggae beach party Friday night, we are geared up and waiting for our scheduled bus at 8:30am which is obviously late as 9 am rolls around. We luck out when a taxi pulls up with 2 extra seats and going our way!!! He charges us the same fare as what the bus would be for the 1 hour ride and without hesitation we hop into the back!!!

The plan is to overnight in Nicoya without a reservation. There are a couple of suggestions listed in our travel guide book which we figure are gold and we are good to go. Well, when we get dropped off by the taxi and trek around town, once again needing to find our bearings, we finally make it on an empty stomach and through the sweltering heat to our destination Hotel Jenny....should have been called 'Stinky Jennys'!!!.....WOW, and they wanted us to pay to stay there??? 2 hours and 3 more places later, we decide to move on out of Nicoya and hope for better luck in Liberia:-)

the meaning of time something different here

seems like time is suddenly going fast considering we have been travelling already almost 2 weeks!!! So back to Santa Teresa...we had planned to stay just one night since when we arrived we realized how crazy dusty it was.....like unbelievably dusty to the point where we bought ourselves a bandana to breath through....however, the major selling feature was the pristine beach which was hard to leave. That and we scored a really sweet loft apartment just across from the beach with a deck and full equipped kitchen. So we stayed 3 more nights. It is not cheap to eat out in these parts so we are trying to cook for ourselves as much as possible. 2 super great things about travelling with Danny, just for a start, is 1- he loves to cook and is really good at it and 2- he eats healthy!!!!

On our last day there we rented an ATV which was a blast...the roads were brutally bumpy which was part of the fun, that and the unknown of what awaited us every turn or hill we came across.....only once did I fear for our lives when we hit what could be comparable to hitting black ice at home where there is no control of the steering....alas, Danny pulled through as I hung on tight...we even had enough confidence to rent a car the next day to take us to Samara... We had heard so much about this beach town so there was only one way to find out, plus, it happened to be on our way back up as we are intending to be in Liberia for the 17th when my cousin Tim arrives. Plan is set, car is rented, off we go on another bumpy adventure, no hostel booked for the night and directions were 'just ask along the way, on the way'.....ok....here we go....hasta luego for now!!!!

we are here and gone and there and gone again!!

So, we arrived in Costa Rica safely and the long day of travel with the layover did not discourage us one bit! Up to this point after 10 sleeps in Central America, we have officially visited or passed through countless cities, towns and villages by using different modes of transportation and in total have slept in 7 different hostels!!! It is taking a bit of trial and error in finding our groove with what comfort means to us but trying not to pay the price so to speak....we have had a few expensive lessons but were able to shrug it off easily especially considering the weather has been so amazing.

We managed to skip the major city of San Jose all-together, which was intentional and were quite happy to spend our first three nights in a city closer to the airport called Alejuela....from there we had our own guide Alfonso, who also picked us up from the airport, take us on a day tour of Paos Volcano which also included a visit to a coffee plantation and a traditional meal off the side of the moiuntain consisting of chicken, beans and rice with plantain and corn tortillas!!! YUMMY!!!

For those of you who don't know, we have what is very close to absolutely NO plan for the whole 2 months we are visiting Central America...we decided this was part of the adventure AND learning about eachothers capacity for patience along the way...so far, a few minor blips, but really, we are so focused on just enjoying ourselves and eachother and this time to explore, that it'll be hard for anything to get in the way of our good intentions.

From Alejuela, we decided to go south as we needed to seriously work on our tans! If we were going to try to blend in with the Ticos at all, we needed some work...so we set out for SurfTown in the beautiful Nicoya Peninsula. Bus-boat-bus and 5 + a bit hours later, there we were in Santa Teresa, ready to take on the beach and the sun and maybe some waves....

Hasta Luego for now...continue the updates when a fellow hosteler is not breathing down my neck waiting to use the computer!!!

we are off!!!

So after much planning and alot of excitement, we are off to what is the unknown that awaits us in Central America!! The flight tomorrow will be a long one with a four hour layover in New York but we are up for the challenge...geared up with our music and kobo readers, we are sure to be kept entertained until our arrival at San Jose airport in Costa Rica. We have our first 3 nights booked in the town of Alejuela and are being picked up by our 'host' Alfonso who is said to be the 'go-to' dude of the area.

As far as our backpacks go, it seems that we both have just enough room for any last minute add-ons...clothes are rolled tightly and toiletries kept to a minimum;-)

So my phone is officially off and I anticipate some major BBM withdrawl, not sure how long that will last though...should be interesting...

I can't wait for morning coffee and the adventure that lies ahead...until next post, hasta luego!!!