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Published: January 20th 2011
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Its Sunday morning and I have just tripped over and stubbed my toe on a rock. It hurt. But I didn't cry.
Life is funny sometimes. When you're a child and you hurt yourself you cry. When you're an adult and you hurt yourself you have the maturity to tell yourself that everything will be ok. As a child it seems like your life could be over any minute when an injury occurs. Adults have the ability to put things into perspective, look at the bigger picture and to think of lifes problems in a more realistic way. This is exactly what I did with this particular injury on the morning of Sunday the 16th. It didn't effect my day all that much. I continued on that morning and went for my morning swim (it's now become somewhat of a ritual). I ate lunch, I read my book, I swam for a second time, I got kidnapped, I ate dinner and drank some cervesas all on Dr Tom (muchas gracias) I went home went to sleep and here I am, sitting at my computer writing this blog with an infected toe. Maybe I should have paid more attention to it,
ran to my mum crying and writhing in pain. Maybe if I had have acted as a child would have in this situation and cared for my toe, I wouldn't be sitting here in pain with a throbbing, infected, painful, puss-y toe. Life is funny sometimes.
I mentioned above in my little speal that I got kidnapped. It's actually true but it's not like I resisted in any way. They asked me to get in the car and so I did. I didn't think anything more about it. Mum, you can relax, I just thought I'd stir you up. The kidnappers were Kimberly (hostel owner) and Doctor Tom. They were taking me somewhere special for embracing the Solo Bueno way of life, helping out when needed, cleaning every morning (little do they know about my OCD!) and for generally having a good vibe....how lovely right?!! I know. I was rather pleased that I was kidnapped on this beautiful Sunday afternoon. They took me to Playa Gaza the next town along from Nosara, to a little beach front bar. There I was shouted numerous ice cold cervezas and the most magnificant dinner in a long time. I was treated to
the BBQ which consisted of steak, chicken, fish, pork and sausage with salad and vegetables! Just what I needed.
I've been in Nosara for four days now. It is a magnificant place really. So relaxed and chilled. Beautiful beaches and a nice set up. All of the roads here are gravel and very bumpy. It takes quite some time to walk from one place to another, about 20-30minutes to get into town, 10 minutes to walk to the beach, an hour to walk to some of the bars/pubs. But you embrace it because it's Nosara! The hostel here is one of a kind. Solo Bueno is its name (if you ever find yourself in this part of the world) and it does everything the way things should be done, if that makes sense! Kimberly, one of the owners treats everyone as her children. Absolutely everyone is welcome. The capacity is 12 inside and then there's camping. I'm with all the guys in the upstairs bunk (think the A line holiday park in Bendigo) and you get an idea of what the hostel looks like! Its not all that clean, but its comfortable and the vibe is spot on! The people
who stay here are all very like minded, we love travel and we love the simple things in life. At the moment we have 3 gyspies who play incredible music and make amazing jewellery, a lot of surfers from the states, 2 couples and 2 Aussies! A big shout out to Mick who is now the second Aussie I've met on this trip!
Back to the hostel. The place is awesome, have I mentioned that? The only issue I have is the cats. There are two cats and they really like to sleep a. in the bathroom and b.with the guests and c. anywhere and everywere during the day, leaving their cat hair on everything.
Night one, after eating out at the Vietnamese resturaunt with the Frenchies and after dancing all night to some sick reggae at one of the local haunts 'la banana' I came home, climbed into my top bunk and fell asleep. When I awoke I could barely see. This is where the cats become involved in my rambling story. My pillow case was covered in extreme amounts of white cat hair. I'm allergic. Cat hair and my face don't mix well. My eyes were swollen
shut for a good part of the day. Needless to say I changed pillows, pillow cases and beds. This is now no longer an issue. However for the past two nights I have found myself attempting to get this imbosile cat out of my bed. Tonight there will be blood!!! arrrrgggghh! (think pirate accent)
Apart from this slight dillema, my stay here has been quite the adventure. Having the gypsy boys around has been a breath of fresh air. The way they approach life is admirable. Everyone can learn something from their style. They carry beans and corn with them at all times. They never eat out. They make fresh tortillas, their own jewellery, they catch their own fish and sleep in tents. They play music all day and get paid to play by night. They have such a good enery surrounding them, I'm considering turning gypsy for my south american travels, and why not. Being self sufficient can't be all that difficult. My new goal for 2011. Become a successful gypsy.
Speaking of my gypsy friends, Kimberly invited us all out to her friends house/English pub up in the hills. It was pot luck so we all made
something and brought it along....guacamole was my choice and it was a huge hit (thanks alison for your wonderful recipe!) Oh I almost forgot to mention my ride out to the party. It was with the gypsy's, on their freshly painted truck! After pushing the truck into town, which was necessary due to the draining of battery, caused by listening to music whilst painting the truck, we ran into a heavily tatooed albeit lovely man with a black truck equipped with jumper leads who didn't know how to use them! After giving him a quick lesson and singing his praises into the sea air we were on our way, on their roof. Yep we went to the party on the roof of the gypsy's truck and it was well extremely bumpy, but loads of fun! Can you imagine driving past a black nissan ute clad with multi coloured elephants and flowers, with three long haired bearded men hanging out of the front and four foreigners sitting atop?! Quite the sight I'm sure, so as you can imagine we made quite the entrance to the party! Did I mention that we got momentarily lost? Anyhow as we rolled through the red
gates to the party we were greeted by a magnificant property. An English pub/hotel sitting atop a mountain, overlooking the town of Nosara. WOW!
We were just in time for sunset and just in time to start eating. Helene and Joe, the owners were both wonderful people and they housed some equally as amazing beers. Probably one of the best beers I've had since I started travelling and that's a big call. A home brewed dark ale. MMMMMMMM.
We stayed out there until about midnight listening to the boys play their music, enjoying the very tasty beers and being introduced to 'the car bomb'. It's the same idea as a jagerbomb but consists of guiness, and a shot made up of whisky and baileys. It goes down very smoothly and results in about 6 members of SOlo Bueno feeling not so perky the following morning!
Apart from these few memorable adventures, again I've been taking my time with life. Spending my days eating fresh food (which is super expensive here) swimming, reading and relaxing, enjoying good conversations, wonderful music and magnificent weather.
The time has come to leave yet another magical beach side town, tomorrow I'm off to the
mountains. It's well and truly time to get my hike on and see what I hear is an abundance of wildlife.
Monteverde, I'm on my way!
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