Punta Islita Hotel Playa Samara

... good). We also found out that the laundry we had done, was mixed up (grandma and grandpa had a lot of ours). The laundry was also still wet. If you have to get laundry done in Mail Pais, don&#8217;t go to the place with the nice sign, go to the place that says colors separated.<br><br>Overall it was a great day.<br><br>Day 8 &#8211; Saturday, July 4, 2009 &#8211; Fishing and Horseback Riding &#8211; Parker, Shaeleigh and I got up early to meet Oscar ...

... nonexistent. I considered getting a cab, but then found out it was going to be $40US. So I opted to go on the ferry to Puntarenas with Paul and Anne on their way to Monteverde, then take a bus to Nicoya. Sorry, no such bus. A local guy there told us the best way for me to get to Samara, for and Paul and Anne to get to Monteverde was to drive me to a spot on the Interamerican Highway on their way to Monteverde and ...

... Thursday Megan, Linda and I went to Santa Cruz for a little shopping. We caught the seven am bus from Ostional which is the most rickety bus I think I've ever been on. It takes about three hours to get to Santa Cruz, which isn't actually very far away, and you get completely covered in dust from the roads during the trip. It's definitely an experience, especially on the bus back to Ostional where you have to literally elbow your way on the bus to get a seat. In ...

... The first one, Tranquilo Backpackers, sounded much better than it turned out to be. We met a few people there who had been at our last hostel and found something interesting in the room they were going to take. Wanna know what it was? Someone had pooped on the bed. I bet you didn't guess that! Ewwwww! We pretty much turned around right then and had our taxi take us to the other option, Casa Zen. It was beautiful, looked clean and had a very ...

... traveling! What is travel? Why does it mean so much? This travel blog keeps reiterating the that same question in my mind: What is travel? It's a big question, and hard to answer acurately. But here's one part of it: Travel is a break from daily routines. I deal my routines back home, I somtimes enjoy them and sometimes not, I strive to perform all my responsibilities as perfectly as possible, that's kind of fun for me. I am an ...

... chicken -there must have bee over two hundred species, we dined on steak and local fish as the lights in the towns of the plains came on. Then back to our log cabin and to admire the twinkling lights below, and so to bed. The next morning, we drove north to the highway and to the border crossing into Honduras. Getting into Guatemala was somewhat chaotic; getting into Honduras was a nightmare of offices and warrens of copy machines and supposed information needed and ...

... do anything but go to bed early, hoping to catch the waves at low tide in the morning. But alas, it was pouring rain all night and in the morning and Ido´s hand still hurt, so no surfing for us. We thought about sticking around to see the mass turtle landings at a beach really nearby here, but then found out that because of all the rain there is no way to cross the river to get there, so that´s not an ...

... did inside. Was still a good trip though even though we were dying for some water and food as we hadn't taken anything with us! 3rd day there I convinced Seema that a canopy tour would be well fun so we took a bus to the park and did one. The place was called Selvatura and the canopy tour consisted of loads of platforms and ziplines through the forest canopy! Was pretty sweet! Really hurt my stomach musles for about 4 days after though because in the harness you had to lean ...

... many great people. Met a u.s. doc who lives here with his wife and 3 small boys. He travels back to the states and works 1 week a month and then flys back here. He's got it dialed. They also run a program called Projecto Ninos, which everybody reading this should check out...it is to raise money for the schools down here since 4 schools in the area have an ...

I headed to Playa Samara a bit further down the Nicoya Peninsula with a Canadian girl called Shannon. I left Ayme and Emico in Tamarindo and sadly this is the last time I saw them (until next time...). I was hoping for something a little more real, a little more like Guatemala, but instead it was just a smaller slightly less gringofied version of Tamarindo. Which meant it was still expensive but there were even less cool people to hang out with ...