A whale of a tale
Trip Start Jun 26, 2006
50Trip End Aug 14, 2008
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I went "paseando" to a beach where the sand forms an isthmus in the shape of a whale's tale. When the tide is out, you can walk onto the tale. But before you start to think that this tale is without adventure, think again...
10:30 am We started out for the bus to Perez.
11:00 The 11:30 bus was sold out. We'd have to take the12:30, standing room only (3.5 hours!), but we needed to make a 4 pm bus to the beach. Would we get there in time?
11:05 Kira is getting antsy with impatience.
1:25 We decide that we can't take it any more, gosh darn it, and we're going to violate aisle codes and sit on the floor (yes, this is the same Kira that made people wash their feet before entering her room.)
2:00 We fall asleep. On the dirty floor. Of the BUS.
3:55 We arrive in Perez. We frantically search out a taxi. He charges us 600 colones to go 2 blocks! And he had the cheek to offer to drive us to the beach for 15.000 colones (15.000 is like... staying one night in a 3 star hotel, it's half a month of groceries, it's INSANE) if we didn't make the bus.
4:00 The bus is late.
4:05 Everyone packs into the bus like sardines. (Not uncommon here.) Standing room only, of course.
5:30 Kira is wondering when we will get there. It's supposedly a two hour trip.
5:45 Just when my feet can't take it any more, a seat is vacated. I sink down with relief and fall deeply asleep within 2 seconds.
6 ish Kira is unwake-able, as friend shouts my name several times to tell me to get off the bus
Seconds later, as I descend the bus stairs, the doors close on me! I panic. Luckily, other passengers interpreted my panic (in Spanish) as "Open the back door! There's someone trying to get off!" Whew... I made it.
6:10 We pick up the keys to the cabin. The lady gives us directions: Walk there, no farther. You'll see a (tropical fruit) tree. The house is yellow. You can't miss it.
6:12 I walk into a likely path, scream as I squelch through spongy grass, and promptly scrape my shins on barbed wire. Okay, so that wasn't the right house.
6:15 We are still wandering around looking for the house.
6:17 We double back. Maybe this pink house is it. We try the keys. Nope. Any minute we expected the family of the house to shoot us down for attempted forced entry.
6:18 We swallow our pride and go back for directions.
6:20 The lady gives us a funny look. Why can't we find the house? Her daughter offers to walk us there. On the way, she says that the house USED to be yellow, but was recently painted pink. Good to know... Turns out, it was the same pink house. The daughter magically opened the lock
(It's tiring writing like that.) We went to the beach and the path was covered in mud! One huge, gigantic mud puddle. We gingerly picked our way across and made it without falling or getting too dirty. But after lunch, when we went back to the beach, we weren't so lucky. I lost a shoe several times due to the suction-ocity of Costa Rican mud. Ick...
I really wanted to find the whale's tail, but the person leading the way couldn't remember where it was. We picked a likely direction and started off (with several splash-about-in-the-water breaks.) After walking 1.5 hours (rest time included) we still hadn't found it. We agreed that this would be the last bend. Nope. No whale. No tail.
So we settled down and basked in the sand and sun. I kept my hopes up, because the tide was going out. Maybe this WAS the spot... Seeing as how people started to gather. An hour or so later, I said I wanted to see what all those people were doing way far out in the ocean, in, seemingly, ankle deep water.
We investigated. Our guide said, "What do you know! Here it is! Where did it come from?" Uhh... the tide going out? Totally worth it, mud, sore butt, mosquitoes and all.