Jun 08, 2002
Jun 17, 2002
Puerto Viejo has a great feel. A small secluded beach town where people go and never come back. As we drug ourselves off of the worst bus in the world, the rain came down. We ran to our hotel and got checked in. We got a room at the Hotel Maritza (US$30/night) and relaxed. The rain didn't last long, and we found ourselves exploring the dirt roads and small shops in this very rasta influenced beach town. Bob Marley is king here, and as you walk through this town, you hear a Bob Marley song and just as it is getting out of ear shot, you start to hear another. We spent a day at the beach, and gave surfing a try. Puerto Viejo is home to the Salsa Brava, a World Class surf wave that hosts professional competitions regularly. Needless to say, the Salsa Brava beat us up. We could not even paddle out the current was so strong and the waves so big. We quickly realized we were overmatched, and I retired to a nap on the beach while Michelle and DH challenged the locals to a game of beach soccer. We hung out for the next few days, inventing a great card game over a bottle of Rum that we cannot remember, before booking a rafting trip down the Paquare River. The river is halfway between Puerto Viejo and San Jose, so the jeep ride was much better than the bus ride. The river was phenomenal! It was mostly Class III with a couple of IV's. The scenery was like nothing I had ever seen before in my life (obviously). After 6 hours on the water we were ready for a nap as we continued to San Jose.