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Published: February 20th 2012
After meeting this really cool Haitian girl Christela at Volcano Poás last weekend we decided to take a weekend trip to Cahuita, the Caribbean town on the Atlantic side.
She planned and reserved everything. All I had to do was say “Yes, I am coming!
” With a bunch of sweets, bread, and chips in our backpacks a super nice Mexican girl Mar, her mom Marta, and an American girl Ksenya occupied the back row of a bus. Five hours later there we were – in CAHUITA
When we arrived to the bus stop a huge painting of Bob Marley
inside a barber shop caught my attention. Red, green, and yellow colors dominated in the town. Foreigners and locals were riding bicycles. A light breeze of sea, smoked fish, and marihuana were flying in the air. And all we could hear was – REAGGAE.
It was chill.
I love this place I thought. We headed towards the town to look for our hostel.
-What are you looking for? Asked a skinny black man that was heading our direction.
-Secret Garden Hostel.
-Oh! Follow me. I live next door.
***In my head I was thinking. Hopefully he is not going to take us to HIS Secret Garden. After a few weeks in San Jose I started to be very cautious
about people, walking in a dark, keeping my bag in front of me, and acknowledging any men comments.
We arrived to the hostel where were welcomed by a skinny Dutch lady who spoke pretty good English and very broken Spanish. We got our keys, got changed and got the information about the most important – a party.
A bunch of older white people and beautiful dreadlocked locals were singing, dancing and of course smoking at Reggae Bar
on the other side of the village. The kids were running around playing soccer, the dogs were coming in and out, the grill was steaming and the party cooking. We had our bottle of Imperial, bounced for a few hours and headed back to the hostel as on Saturday we were off out and about to the National Park of Cahuita early in the morning.
It took us about 5 hours to walk 10 km, climb a palm tree a few times, play in the ocean, and take a picture of every bug and bee we saw on the way. After a long hike we had more rice and beans, 5 beers for 3800
colones, and life reggae music at Coco Bar
. I was so much fun that we couldn’t resist to come back after a siesta to dance some merengue and more REGGAE.
*** I have to say that so far I haven’t had any luck dancing with any one in Costa Rica. Maybe I just got spoiled by all the Cubans and awesome Americans who can dance?
On Sunday morning we were up at 7:30 am, made 15 scramble eggs, packed, checked out, and took a bus to Puerto Limon. There, everything was closed besides a church and shoe stores. What else could 5 women do on a free Sunday afternoon?
Tomorrow I am back in school and my DAY 3 of VOLUNTEERING. More about it later at it’s almost Monday.
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