Travel Blogs from Puerto Viejo
From the forest I traveled down to the Caribbean coast and although my trip up to this point had already been a life changing experience, I was then exposed to a kind of subculture to the typical travel that I was accustomed to.
Flying down a semi-paved two-lane highway in a minibus, the driver skillfully maneuvers around the potholes at …
... lot less stable and a lot more manoeuvrable than I would have thought (although you would lose all power in a sharp turn).
A fairly mellow wave which had a little bit of bite on the larger sets, it was a great wave to start the trip.
Salsa Brava: Puerto Viejo is 6km north of Punta Uva and is home to the infamous Salsa Brava right hand barrel which has claimed many a board. Unfortunately the swell had dropped considerably and I haven't had a chance to give it a ...
... me the name is deserved)
screeching from the treetops. They seem to always be angry about something
lol. So even with earplugs and a noise
machine you are up at 6 if you are sleeping in the jungle!! Also this is not for my squeamish
girlfriends. No high maintenance women
here- Geckos in the shower, spider on my
towel etc. etc. All part of being in the
... get the "tents" at about $8.00 US (4,000c) / night. They have rooms, tents, and hammocks!... but they are all under "Roofs" so no danger from the rain etc. The tents are actually like private little rooms with a tent mattress that seems comfortable enough. I will find out tonight.
Interesting thing, Nicolas turned out to be cook from Arizona and we went to the local market, got stuff and then he prepared some kind of pasta dish ...
Back at the base the day's triumphant rafters have been drinking their beer and preparing to board their vans to whichever of the three Exploradore cities they want. A special lunch has been prepared for Tortuguero returnees, whose number includes us, period. Plenty of decent food and we eat. It's interesting, they are hurrying the rafters to board the vans but they are telling us to take our time and relax. We sense the invisible hand ...