Blogs from Puntarenas, Costa Rica, Central America Caribbean - page 95

It’s time to wrap up the Costa Rica entries, and move onto Argentina. I had made previous arrangements to stay at the Tranquilo Backpackers hostel once the camp had ended. My budget was “tranquilo” at $10USD per night; however, my mind was filled with skepticism. After checking it out and talking with some locals, I felt uneasy by the amount of people traffic and partying. Physically, I believe I would’ve been safe; however, I cannot say the same for the slew of new techy toys that was in my possession. Luckily, Annie, my surf instructor overheard my predicament and offered to take me to speak to her landlord. I was surprised to see that this place, with no formal name, was surrounded by a black rod-iron fence with an enormous swinging gate. Few places in ... read more

Well i have to admit im lagging on my blog entries, unfortunately ive been having way to much fun and to much sun to remember to make regular entries. So after the 9 days straight of partying in tamarindo, we decided to head south down the pacific coast to a little place called mail pais. We took a shuttle bus with a few other fellow travellers that we had met in tamarindo. Two surfers, shawn and tom from canada and greg from the states. Me, laura and greg decided to stay at Tranquillo backpackers in Santa Theresa, which is a little town within walking distance of mail pais. These towns essentially only exist because of surfers who come into town to hit up the waves. Tranquillo backpackers was just that a surfer haven. I think me ... read more

We decided it was finally time to see the park. We hired a guide so we'd actually have a chance to see some animals. Our guides name was Mauricio, and he knew his stuff. He also had a really nice telescope that gave us great views of the animals and some good pics too. That said, it was pretty freakin expensive for a 3 hr tour. Here are some photos from the walk. Hasta luego...... read more

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I bolted wide-eyed out my sleep on my flight from Atlanta to San Jose, Costa Rica. For a solid minute or two, I had forgotten what I was doing and where I was going. Not exactly the best feeling to have at 30,000 feet. “Are you traveling alone?” asked an American woman, who was traveling with her husband and two sons. I nodded as I rubbed the sleep from eyes. We weaved in and out of conversation with each other until we landed. Her main points were that I was going to get kidnapped or robbed, and that she had vacationed in Costa Rica many times previously, but she had never heard of Mal Pais... “But, you seem like a smart girl.” Good, great, grand, wonderful, I thought. And she’s never heard of Mal Pais, ... read more