Puerto Viejo to Playa Cocles / The Election
Friends,
Today we are leaving lovely Puerto Viejo to farther south, Playa Cocles. Our next place we will stay is called La Costa de Papito, which, ironically enough, was just reviewed 2 days ago by msnbc travel section.
Puerto Viejo is populated by afro caribbeans imported from Jamaica over 100 years ago. Its more bob marley than bob marley. We have easily forgotten we are in Costa Rica, surrounded by reaggae music and dreadlocked natives. Truly no reason now to go to Jamaica, a little slice of it lives here.
The beaches here are the best in Costa Rica. This is the home of the Salsa Brava Wave, Mecca for surfers. Luckily it is the down season and the wave is gone for a few months. The ocean is azure blue, like the postcards, the roads dusty and potholed, the residents in a perennial state of torpor. The ex pats here have seen a little too much sun and ganja. Bicycles and bare feet rule the streets here.
Halloween was a few nights ago, truly the strangest, most disconnected Halloween I have ever experienced. no matter.
And the Election. When our next President is announced Emily and I will be enjoying a fine bottle of Ravenswood wine that I have carried on my back the whole journey, hopefully watching CNN and celebrating the end of one sad era and the beginning of a more hopeful one.
In a few days we head back for San Jose and hopefully the top of Poaz volcano. Stay Tuned.
k
Today we are leaving lovely Puerto Viejo to farther south, Playa Cocles. Our next place we will stay is called La Costa de Papito, which, ironically enough, was just reviewed 2 days ago by msnbc travel section.
Puerto Viejo is populated by afro caribbeans imported from Jamaica over 100 years ago. Its more bob marley than bob marley. We have easily forgotten we are in Costa Rica, surrounded by reaggae music and dreadlocked natives. Truly no reason now to go to Jamaica, a little slice of it lives here.
The beaches here are the best in Costa Rica. This is the home of the Salsa Brava Wave, Mecca for surfers. Luckily it is the down season and the wave is gone for a few months. The ocean is azure blue, like the postcards, the roads dusty and potholed, the residents in a perennial state of torpor. The ex pats here have seen a little too much sun and ganja. Bicycles and bare feet rule the streets here.
Halloween was a few nights ago, truly the strangest, most disconnected Halloween I have ever experienced. no matter.
And the Election. When our next President is announced Emily and I will be enjoying a fine bottle of Ravenswood wine that I have carried on my back the whole journey, hopefully watching CNN and celebrating the end of one sad era and the beginning of a more hopeful one.
In a few days we head back for San Jose and hopefully the top of Poaz volcano. Stay Tuned.
k
posted by Klaus Larsen at 9:12 AM
1 Comments:
So how'd that Ravenswood taste? Not much celebrate eh? Ah well, I'm sure the wine, view and company were great anyway.
Halloween was mellow here, henri was a cow (laughing cow to be specific) and nik was a pumpkin.
Dorte :)
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