Rancho Armadillo Estate Playas del Coco

Saa kom jeg helt frem til Costa Rica, paa trods af mange start vanskeligheder... Hàaber paa at kan faa uploaded lidt billeder og noget mere info i loebet af dagen. Imorgen tager jeg paa tur ud i jugnlen og skal bo paa naermest en oede oe, skal nok bliv spaendende og selvfoelgelig en kaempe udfordring for saadan en sart en som mig :) Men alt er godt hernede. Haaber I har det godt derhjemme

... the opportunity to go to Rincon de la Vieja, a national park with a volcanoe and some really weird things like boiling mud and suffer fumes.

Playas del Coco is a really nice place to stay at, with lots of restaurants and bars (ah, Saturday night at the Lizard Lounge ;-) !!!). I will definitely go back to Costa Rica for a longer stay when I have the chance to have a little bit more of the national vibe of "Pura Vida"...

... gang vi skal spise der. Vi gik på stranden et par timer indtil båden sejlede kl. 13.15. Vi skulle sejle med katamaranen Blue Dolphin. Det var en rigtig god tur og vejret var perfekt. Vi sejlede ud i et par timer hvorefter de lagde til så man kunne bade og snorkle. Ditte som jo er en rutineret snorkler tog udstyret på og svømmede ud. Tanja og jeg nøjedes med en svømmetur. Vi fik serveret frokost på båden og der var fri bar. Vi havde Sørens kamera med og ...

... and got pretty beat up..my shoulders and back are killing me..im carrying all this beer..and laughing, finally we get back to the town and Rafa wants to take the beach cuz it is faster, Raf refuses saying he doesn't want to get stabbed or deal with crazy people..so we take the street...get back to the hotel and no one is around...Raf loses it again...finally people start showing up..and we go in and start having some drinks...Raf tells me that its all ...

... lanes, riding the shoulder, I think he forgot I was 2-up with all of the gear! But it was funny, I saw him get squirrely a couple of times and we never did...and we were always right on his back wheel...I think there was some mutual respect for one another when we finally got to the shop. The guys at the BMW shop were awesome...we showed up, decked out head-to-toe in our BMW gear, bearded, and smelling like bums...just like moto-adventurers should be ...

... some of whom were pretty rowdy. Every time we tried to get our check however, these two guys kept sending over beers for us after the boyfriends of the two girls they were originally flirting with appeared. We thanked them for the beers but made absolutely no effort to take it any further. They eventually gave up, but were nice enough to stop by on their way out of the bar. Turns out they were from Boston, and one of them owned a condo ...

... I am even more excited to move on to Puriscal and begin to know its community and to explore Costa Rica. Although I can't lie--I will miss the tropical drinks, the sunsets and Cat, who returns to the States on Saturday. Heck, I will even miss the dos bandidos (one of them was absent on Thursday night's visit). We even took pictures of them for you, so you will be rewarded if you make it through all of the sunset pictures.

... Liberia, the first town of any size in Costa Rica, found a hotel at the highway intersection that once wanted to be a Best Western, with a pool and an okay restaurant. We swam laps, cooled off, ate undistinguished food and slept in air conditioning. The next morning, we headed for the coast, the peninsula that juts down into the Pacific from Costa Rica's northern border, to a town called Tamarindo, once renowned for its surfing culture and now known for its expensive American ...

... next destination. With the rainy season and all, often times the afternoons are wet so that you end up unable to do many afternoon activities so your entire day is spent just traveling from one place to another. This distances are not even that far but with bus schedules being what they are and roads not always paved, it always seems to take longer then it should. Needless to say, we loved Costa Rica and had an amazing time! More details in the next couple blogs...

... a theme in our travels it seems that I somehow attract the freaks, wierdos, nutjobs, village idiots and garden variety wackos. They are attracted to me as if I have my own gravity that only pulls in these freaks. Some try to talk to me and others just seem to cross my path in near misses that are close enough to leave an impression or make you nervous. Sort of like those random asteroids that may or may not hit the earth and destroy it. The bus ride takes about two hours ...