Catch Up: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Santo Tomas Photos | Pacuare Photos
We arrived in Costa Rica at about 11pm local time on Thursday 10/01 . The plan was to spend the first night (Thursday) in the City. Friday night in the Jungle. Saturday back in the City and fly out at 6am Sunday morning back to Dallas.
Sounds like a plan. Let’s do this!
Costa Rican Taxi
The trusty red official Costa Rican taxis were at the airport waiting to take us to the hotel. The ride to the hotel was something like the start of a gore movie. I fully expected this dude to turn into a random garage and go Tourista or Hostile on us at any second. But luckily, we arrived safely. (You probably already figured that out since I’m writing this blog entry.)
I’m not really a fan of luxury hotels. I can stay inDallas for that. If there is a hut, camp site, local family or other off the wall place for me to sleep — I’m in.
While in San Jose we stayed in Hotel Santo Tomas . My research (you can call one internet search research right?) indicated it was cheap and safe which were pretty much the only criteria I had for housing in the city. We snapped a few pictures that I think say way more than those photo shopped travel site examples :).
The Hood Around Santo Tomas
When we arrived at the hotel, local square in the middle of downtown San Jose a hooker and a street kid greeted us before the hotel manager could come out.
The hotel was inside of a gate system to keep some of the neighborhood flavor out I suppose. We didn’t mind at all. As long as there was a bed and a shower we were good. We checked in using an actual check-in book which I dutiful wrote my name in using my best 4th grade handwriting skills. We received a room key (not card.. an actual key) and went across the hotel up some uncovered stairs to our room. I’m thinking accessibility wasn’t a core consideration during the construction process.
This is Where the Magic Happens
The room was simple and clean. The bed was firm. The TV included a channel called the Golden network which Ab informs me was free soft porn — awesome. What more could you ask for? Nothing I say. Nothing 🙂
Because we arrived so late Thursday we really didn’t have a chance to see anything. However, on the trip back (Saturday night) we were lucky enough to get drunk drinking Costa Rican sugar cane liquour with complete strangers and meet Ted who was apparently in Costa
Where We Met Ted the Nudist
Rica to visit a nudist resort. We did not ask him this… He eagerly volunteered the information… Here’s to you Ted where ever you are. I swear you can’t make this stuff up. We also used that little metal shed in the back of the picture to the right to try to dry our soaking wet rafting clothes before the return trip home.
Friday and Saturday we stayed in the rain forest to raft and zip line in the middle of nowhere on the Pacuare river. More on that later. I found an eco-lodge online (again with EXTENSIVE research) called the Pacuare Jungle Lodge. You can’t drive there. It requires a two hour drive out of the city and about 2 hours of rafting to get to. There is no electricity. You eat what’s rafted in. Sounds excellent right? It so was! It was a complete Swiss Family Robison setup. We took a lot of photos of the place since it’s not the sort of thing you see every day.
Our Little Jungle Hut
We rented one of the smaller huts. It had a bed, bathroom with a shower (solar heated water) and a couch. The windows were screened to keep out bugs and there was a mosquito net over the bed.
Ab and J Fresh Off the Raft