BEST WESTERN Irazu
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- Shuttle bus service
- Continental Breakfast
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- Free High-Speed Internet
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So we arrived at the bus station in good time to wait for the ticket office to open. On arrival, Rikki realised that she left the $200 that I got out the cash machine for her the day before under her pillow in the hostel! So she and I flagged down the nearest taxi driver and took the 5/10 minute drive back to the hostel to try and retrieve it. Using our minimal Spanish of 'rapido por favor' (fast please!) Luckily it was all there and we heading straight ...
... taxi to a hostel called Costa Rica Backpackers, which we'd been recommended as cheap and was annoyingly expensive but it was late so we checked in. Our taxi driver was hilarious but a terible driver and too busy trying to sell his CR football shirt (that he was wearing!!) to Ofir in the front of the cab. When we got to the hostel he succeded for $20! I cooked dinner for us all in the hostel and then we got off to bed before our 5.30am start to travel to the ...
... with sweat by the time I got there. First thing I saw was the swimming pool and a sun lounger. I didnīt move for the afternoon. I eventually made it down to the beach, via the street vendors and market stalls, which only sold clothing items emblazoned with "Pura Vida" or "No army, no war, no violence" and variations of. Apparently, pura vida, which literally means pure life, can be used to mean a variety of things. In response to how are you? as well as a greeting, ...
... at reception a few minutes too late and missed the last available beds, so we had to find a new place to stay. Ending up at a bar that also has some hostel rooms and seems home to resident surfers, we spent the night clearing our room of huge toads and spiders, before having a drink in the bar with French Sam and Alessandro (the Italian I'd met in Liberia), who was randomly in Dominical at the same time.
The next day I hung out with Saila and Maiju more ...
... pops up unscathed. Good thing that wasn’t one of us older folks…
Soon after our ocean visit, someone request a rest stop (go figure), and Carlos guides us into a bustling market in the town of Parrita. The town is one of the largest on our adventure to this point, fueled by a nearby palm oil refinery. The palms are everywhere, planted in neat rows, as far as the eye can see. We are told these palms are not native to Costa Rica and were imported from ...