Hotel Kasha Puerto Viejo

... but once I got there it didn't seem like such a good idea after all). So D rented a board and I played the papparazi. He managed to hoist himself up at least 3 or 4 times ... no small feat, as I didn't see any other first timer accomplish that! He surfed till it rained, I adopted a lab puppy and played fetch.<br><br>Just finshed showering up and now headed back to town for dinner ... we may just have to hit that lobster up a second time ....

... I mentioned.<br><br>There are representatives from many countries here; as I walk the town, I am hearing many different languages spoken amongst both residents and travelers. I am hearing just as many different styles of music coming from each establishment, depending on the owner's background and heritage. I hear calypso, reggae, Jimmie Hendrix, John Lennon and some new age meditation music among other styles. It is very much a cultural melting pot here. There ...

... was one of the most American places in Costa Rica with luxury hotels, big air conditioned shopping malls and fashion boutiques. The beach there was beautiful. It is no wonder there were so many tourists. Actually, most of them were not tourists but expats who moved to Costa Rica in search of 'pura vida' lifestyle. I had to be in San Jose by 10 pm the following day because I was meeting up with my mum who was flying from France for a ...

... opportunistic omnivore, feeding on leaves, flowers, fruit, and occasionally on bird's eggs. The nocturnal Choloepus is therefore distinguished by canine teeth and thick pads on its feet, as well as its tendency to curl into a ball when it sleeps. The diurnal Bradypus is flexible in a different way; it can turn its head 270 degrees, and has a tail. Male Bradypus also have a distinctive patch of orange fur with black stripes on their backs, which presumably ...

... called Samara. This place was recommended by several people so we were excited to go. Four buses, a boat and 12 hours later we arrived at the point of destination. After a long day of travelling the shock and horror of it`s primary touristgroups hit us like a ton of bricks. Dutch families (nearly the Tokkie-Flodder kind) and american christian missionaries everywhere! Needless to say, we ...

... to the next day. This beach was further away than we have been used to (maybe 2 miles rather than 200m!) but after trecking through some forest we were able to sunbathe for a bit and swim in a sea which had the biggest, strongest waves I have ever experienced. In the evening we had a nice meal before walking up to a good hostel called Rockin J´s where people sleep in hammocks. For some unknown reason Rachael´s aggressive side reared it´s ugly head and, jealous of my bottle of ice ...

... was low season we managed to get an upgrade (see pic). The next challenge was trying to get out of San Jose. It seems Costa Rica is the same as other South and Central American countries...they just don't like to indicate directions! So it took us well over an hour to find our way only to get to the centre of San Jose and start from scratch...there we found a sign to "Limon" where we wanted to go... Our destination was towards the ...

... pressed on it just became too much. The overnight rain and our own stupidity would put and end to this trip. We only made it halfway that day unfortunately. We had to get out of there as quick as we could before it was the death of us. Heading back to town, we dropped in at the same beach from yesterday for yet another swim. Oh well, on our way again tomorrow... Needless to say we are now armed with 'OFF' all the time!

... die Reception tragen, denn fu** die letzte Nacht mussten wir das Zimm** wechseln (ich hatte von urspruenglich zwei auf vi** Naechte v**laeng**t). Danach fuhren wir wied** no**dlich Richtung Cahuita, um "Cacao Trails" zu besuchen. Cacao Trails ist eine ehemalige Kakao-Plantage, die heute eine Art Bio-Farm ist, und auf d** man Ti**e, Pflanzen und vor allem... Kakao zu sehen bekommt. Wir und ein junges Paar aus Spanien machten uns mit dem Fuehr** auf die Tour und ...

... as we neared the port city of Limon. The bus stopped at a small roadside market just short of Limon for a stretching/bathroom break. What I know now, and didn't realize then, was that many times the bus company and roadside market have worked out a deal between themselves, or may even be owned by the same people. The bus will stop either around breakfast, lunch, or dinner times so the passengers will order food from the short-order counter while they're ...