Buganvillea Resort
Travel Blogs from Puerto Viejo
A chaotic catch up....
... to be invited to his "end of the world party" which is taking place in the 'arc' on the 21st dec. Shame we won't be there... Later that night he went round the hostel with a mega phone announcing the crab race. He numbered all the crabs and made them race along the table/ shouting at them through a megaphone! He also karate chopped one of the crabs as it made a bid for freedom! So our time at rocking J's has been like one crazy halucengenic ...
Flip Flop curry, TexMex, and Mangoes
... down to Mango Sunset on the beach, since we were told that was the place to be on the weekends. Much to our dismay, the place was empty, and was blasting KIIS FM-esque music. Ugh. We wandered back into town, and finally came across a cool little spot with reggae, pool tables, a foosball table, and bar. As soon as we walked in, the sweet smell of ganja smacked you in the face. Good thing it's an open bar - otherwise I'd be in trouble. (Good time to mention here that I love ...
Hey Girl, You're Standing on a Crab
... sauntered over to us and in a Jamaican accent asked if we were waiting for someone. We told him we were there to meet Omar to which he replied, "I am Omar. Wait here, I just have to go home and get my machette and boots and then we'll be on our way". Ummm, did he say machette? Oh man, we're going to get chopped up into little bits, I just know it!
Another 5-10 minutes passed and as we waited we ...
La faune incroyable de la côte caraïbe!
... tout le procésus de recouvrement puis son retour à ma mer, exactement là où elle est née 20 ans plus tôt, c'est magique!
Dès le lendemain, nous nous reveillons dévorés par les moustiques malgré une bonne nuit de sommeil, nous quittont cet endroit inoubliable, Maria notre hôte et Roger notre guide à contre-coeur, nous avons clairement fait les bons choix et eu la chance de vivre ce moment ensemble. Mais de nouvelles aventures nous attendent encore... Pour moi, en route pour le Panama!
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Pura Vida
... demonstrators and joined some backpackers who were already waiting on his minibus. With no buses running, the taxis could charge what they wanted and our lads packed everyone’s luggage on the roof so that they could fit the maximum number of tourists inside the bus. Eventually as more and more walked over the bridge, the bus filled and we set off.
We drove through the town of Changuinola, reached the border without incident and bargained our fare ...