Villa la Macha Quepos

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... figured it was a fuel issue. Now, a few days later, we relize the problem was not Wesley but bad fuel. White smoke, which we were blowing, is a sign of too much water in the fuel. Of course we had to get the bad Diesel right before going over the Moutain of Death! Luckily Wesley is running fine now.<br><br>That night we parked in the middle of a pineapple field own buy yours truly, Del Monte. I never thought we would be enjoying Del Monte for it's beautiful sunset's!

Just a quick blog to keep you up to date<br>Had to change plans as there was no space at Sirena Ranger Station. Margarita was able to organise alternative route into Corcovado<br>Got Marvi bus to Sierpe. Stayed in good cabinas and had excellent meal in their restaurant<br>

... im going to spend a couple days at another volunteer place. We shall see. I only have a couple days left because i come home on friday. So i got about 4 days. Hope everyone is doing well. Honestly if i didn't have a job lined up i would make Laurie quit her job and come live here because its awesome. But since i finally have a solar job I think I will love I have been looking forward to starting when i get home. Have a great day. Chris

... if you fed me bird poo and called it honey mustard I might still find it delectable, I admit I've not the most discriminating palette. From El Avion, we walked to a nearby bar which appeared to be entirely overrun with spring breakers. In fact, an older couple actually asked Sean if he and I were on break (I owe you a drink, old man). No one was dancing aside from a drunken limbo effort, and I wasn't feeling like breaking any ground, so Sean and I headed back.

... Having somehow forgotten to have any lunch - probably the first time I've ever done that - I stopped off for dinner and a much-needed cold beer at a hill-top cafe half-way back to Quepos. Just before that, I was able to see a fantastic sunset over the Pacific Ocean, on the verandah of a quirky bar and restaurant called "El Avion" where the entire body of a 1954 Fairchild C-123 aeroplane has been positioned to look as if it has crash-landed into the place.

... can be wrong. The next bus is at 3:30pm so we had 2 hours to kill, and a trip to McDonald for lunch was a foregone conclusion. At 3:30 the dirty old bus left on time for Quepos, through the newly paved mountain road, we arrived at Dominica just before sunset, a surfer gathering sort of place. We continued on. The road all the way to Quepos is now unpaved and very bumpy. In the darkness we moved at a turtle´s pace ...

... you don´t have a 4x4. We also cleaned off all the evidence of our adventure in Monteverde. The car was filthy and Sean's muddy hand prints were all over the bonnet. Finally the road became normal again. It felt so silent in the car! <br> <br><br><br>A few cars overtook a slow truck, so we copied them and then the police stopped all of us. Damn. It was not even dangerous. What are they talking about. Anyway, we played it all smiles, gave the papers ...

... someone came up with the idea of converting it into a restaurant is beyond me, but it was pretty cool. On Sunday, we again spent the morning on a beach in Manuel Antonio, and then headed back to Puriscal. As our drive coincided with the sunset over both the ocean and the mountains, the views were spectacular. Another great weekend here in Costa Rica. Except for one tiny thing. Everywhere I have been in Costa Rica, including Playa ...

After two weeks in Dominical we moved to the mountains and stayed with Mama Tica, Dona Luz. And, when we say Mama Tica, we mean MAMA. She was literally like a mom to us all, and just wanted us to be comfortable and happy. Also, her cooking was AMAZING! One night, we decided we wanted to take her out to a movie (she hadn't been to a movie in over 20 years). We went and saw Shrek 2 in Spanish, on hard plastic seats. Even though we (James and Erin) were ...