! We tried calling the other hostel to cancel but they didnt answer so we unpacked and headed to the beach. When we got back from the beach we started getting ready for dinner and called the hostel again. We didnt want Heather's credit card to get charged for 12 beds! We tried lieing to the guy and said we got stuck in San jose and weren't gonna make it that night but the guy was not very nice and he said the card would be charged anyways. So we ended up having to pay for the bed but oh well. We decide to go into town for dinner that night so we called a taxi. The driver never asked where we wanted to be dropped off so imagine our surprise when he stopped the cab at Tucan Hostel!! We had no idea why he stopped there but we didnt know where else to go so we all got out. We spotted a small restaurant inside so we go check out the menu. It was a small little italian place ran by a woman from Italy who was the girlfriend of the hostel owner. It was a little awkard because they had to have know we were the group that tried to cancel our sleeping reservations! What a conicidence that 12 gringos cancel thier reservation bc they said they were stuck in San Jose and then 12 gringos show up out of nowhere for dinner! The guy wasnt the friendliest person but the Italian lady was extremely nice and made some the of best pasta ever! I wanted to speak Italian with her but when i opened my mouth a bunch of jibberish came out so I quickly went back to English. I just need to stick with Spanish and English right now so I dont confuse myself even more
. I asked her where the best bar in town was and she said there wasnt anything in town but she knew of a place that was having a 70s 80s night, and she could arrange a taxi for us. This place was like 30 min away but we ended up having a lot of fun. Some people were wearing 80s outfits, including the owner who was wearing a white lace jacket! I think we were the entertainment for everyone else in the bar bc we took over the dance floor the entire night. I remember the Italian saying something about a pool and it was extremely hot so after working up a sweat dancing Chris and I began searching for this pool. Once I found it I just dove in, dress and all! The best part was going back to the dance floor soaking wet. The others didnt seem to notice at first. I think they became suspicion when a puddle of water began forming at my feet as I was swinging my dress around trying to dry it. By the end of the night pretty much everyone went swimming in their clothes. The next day we woke up kind of late and it had started raining. Luckily no one really minded so we went to the local waterfall and jumped off the rocks and just swam around for a little bit. Once we got back to the hotel there wasnt much to do so we ended up having a mud fight. Still trying to find pictures of that. Then some of us went for a walk on the beach, in the rain. At low tide you can walk out into the ocean on these big rocks called the whale's tale (bc its in the shape of a whale's tale!) it goes out about a quarter of a mile then splits and continues another a quarter mile each way
. My words dont do it justice, but it was really cool. Since it was raining no one brought a camera so I dont have pictures of it either. :(
And because it was slightly raining we were the only people on the beach which was really nice since that is a rare/non existent occurance on any beach in the U.S. Sunday morning it was sunny so we enjoyed a few hours of sun before we had to leave. Remember the guy who got busted with the weed on the bus? Well Sunday morning we saw some cops talking to some guy a little ways down the beach. We were just joking about how funny it would be if it was the same guy on the bus getting busted again. Well about 20 min later that guy walks by.!! Apparently it was just not his weekend. While we were waiting for the bus to head back to San Jose, I had this coconut that I really wanted to eat. So there was this old Canadian (another Chamba Whamba) living at the hotel and I asked if we could borrow his machete. Chris takes the machete and starts swinging away at the coconut and the guy is like no, no you have to hold it and hit it. We were all like uhh no that doesnt sound like a good idea. So the guy takes the machete and proceeds to cut the coconut. 2 min into it he slices his thumb open and it just started gushing blood. I thought he had cut his thumb off! We all start freaking out , but he just looks at it and continues chopping away at the coconut while blood is pouring all over it. I really wanted to eat this coconut so I was like dude you have to get a band aid or something you're bleeding all over my coconut! He keeps going until finally a lady from the hostel takes the machete and the coconut away from him! It was llike we were little kids getting in trouble for playing with knives, When it was actually a 60 yr old man playing with a machete! He finally gets a band aid and she has some other guy open the coconut for us. Luckily coconut has 2 shells so the blood didnt ruin it. Coconut milk doesnt have much taste, but the fresh coconut was really good. For the bus ride home, Leesa has the idea that we should catch the bus from a different town and it will only take 3 hours instead of 7 back to San Jose, so of course this sounds like a great idea. Well we have to take an hour long bus to this town then wait another hour and half for the bus to San Jose, which didnt have any seats available so we had to stand the whole way back!! Thanks Leesa! Great idea! jk jk In theory it would've been better we just didnt get there at the right time.
Uvita beach is probably the most beautiful beach I've seen! Its very secluded so it was a nice change from the other touristy beaches. On the bus ride there some guys were smoking pot and in the middle of nowhere the bus stopped and 2 police officers got on the bus and busted the guy with the weed. I guess the bus driver called them in. All they did was take his stash and we continued on our way. They didnt arrest him or anything. We arrived on a Friday and Heather had reserved 12 beds at Tucan Hostel.. We werent sure where the hostel was so we just told the bus driver to drop us off at the beach. Unfortunately our hostel was actually in town so we had to wait another hour for the bus to come back. While wondering around we came across another hostel with rooms that slept 4 people, private bathroom, refrigerator, t.v. and the best part..air conditioning!!! For us backpackers this was high class luxury! Luckily we could afford it because it was only $10 night! Oh and there was a mango tree so we got free mangos every day