Puerto Viejo!
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Puerto Viejo
Mi cama es el primero hammock azul
Shannon y Yo with out rented bikes
The jungle river we passed
Ryan con el perro
Biking back
la playa Puerto Veiojo es muy bonita
Some may or may not know, that I no longer reside in San jose, Costa Rica, but now live in Bocas del Toro, Panama!!! Que Bueno!! However, on my way down.. I decided to do what most backpackers do on their way to Bocas and stop half way. Half Way Destination: Puerto Viejo, a small Caribbean town on the coast of Costa Rica!!
Arriving alone about 6PM Friday the 13th, I met a few boys on the collectivo bus who suggested I follow them to the “happening” hostel… “Rocking J’s.” And as the name suggests.. it really was “rocking” in more ways then one. First and for most, the party never stopped. A band playing all night… the backpackers from near and far, slugging their 40s of Imperial and slamming shots of Quesicue, Guarro.. yea it was rocking all right. Not to mention the two sections of the Hammock Hotel. Exactly what does a Hammock Hotel entail… well one large room of about 50 hammocks or so. $5 for one hammock and one locker, “yes.. I’ll take one of those please!” ha… and I was rocking to sleep two nights straight at rocking J’s.
My new friend’s Shannon (B.C. Canada) and Ryan(San Diego) decided to stay with me one more night in Puerto Viejo. So on Saturday, We awoke, I went for a run. Ah… nothing beats a beach run! After a short breakfast and cruising the quaint town, we rented 3 rickety old bikes, one being a child’s bike (Which Shannon rode because she literally was just learning how to ride a bike again. – the saying “its just like riding a bike..you never forget\” would definitely not apply to her.) HA. So, we paid the local family around 4 dollars each.. which i did not mind they were the sweetest family and I would rather my money to them, then the bike companies back in town.
Bicycle! Bicycle.. I want to ride my bicycle, I want to ride my bike! Vamos! We head to a beach down the dirt road towards Cocales… Passing rivers, and stunning beaches.. we finally find a quiet spot to take a dip, cool down, and relax! So refreshing! The sun was shining and the waves were constant creating the perfect ambiance for sun bathing and a nap! We did just that. In addition, we met a tico, with two Labrador Retrievers and ryan tossed a stick around with them for a bit. Jumping back on to the bikes.. Shannon’s tire completely deflated! Go figure. Like i said before, RICKETY! ha. Ryan spins rapidly back to the place of purchase for some type of solution. In the mean time we were on our way home via foot and a very nice tico construction worker happened to have a bike pump in his bag,..to the rescue.. he offered his services and Shannon and i were 1 speeding it all the way to J’s.
In the evening we cooked, by we i mean RYAN. Shannon and I had the responsibility in purchasing the beverages. We cooked veggie pasta with the typical costa rican salsa… which made for a delightful spicy dinner…mhmm! However come to chow time..one issue: NO CUTLIARY in Rocking J\’s kitchen. Well, we will make do, we find plastic spoons (3 inches long) We divvy them up, and used two each with the idea of CHOP STICKS in mind. Ha hey you make do when you can make do, yeah?
The remainder of our time was pleasant. After dinner Shannon, our English Friend and I swung into town for some shopping at the local storefronts and enjoying local reggae music. I was in search for a pair of shoes, which I had lost to the tide the night before, but no luck - in addition to this, all my other sandals remain in my old house at Costa Rica, how about that for luck. Thankfully, Shannon lent me a pair until I arrived to Bocas.. and LUCKY for me.. Bocas is a group of islands, making shoes not a necessity! How about that for ROCKING!
