Just as normal as it can get
Trip Start Feb 24, 2009
8Trip End Aug 2009
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instead of travelling all the time and giving you all the impresion, we never stay in Liberia, this entry should proof the other extreme! After returning from our great easter week in Nicaragua we finally got a little more settled down here in Liberia, that seems more like being in Africa instead of a green and lush jungle. To keep us distracted from our studies in university (and this time not our fault*g*), there was a special week, `Semana universitaria`, organized by the university and pretty much means, that there are almost no classes and a lot of activities going on like dances, concerts and most important for living happily ever after in Guanacaste: BULLFIGHTS. But I will come to this later, marking my life with shock and terror :)
Some of our friends, we got to know during Semana Santa, visited with us in Liberia and after cooking 1,5 kilo of spagetthi to feed up everybody, we hang out together with our family on the roof terrace, chatting, laughing, holding our bellies and entering into a night with little sleep, because everybody was squeezed in together into our little department (that offers nice sleeping accomodation on the solid ground and Aileens pinkish air mattrass). The next day I head off with my arqueology class towards vulcano Rincon de la Vieja, to find ourselves on a finca and searching for old tumbstones from ancient times. It was a day full of sun and lots of walking around the finca, that seemd just as dry as all Guanacaste and the river, that was besides it, looking more charming at this moment than ever before. Some girls including me rushed down to the riverbed, but were soon called back by the teacher, that considered tumbstones (that could barely be found) more interessting than the freshness of the inviting river. What a pitty! :(
Aileen and our friend Nico meanwhile had a much more exhausting day: they went to Playa Ocotal, that is about 1 hour from Liberia, and did the same amount of walking as we did, with the difference, that they could enjoy and refresh themselves in the beautiful pacific ocean!! :) After exploring the whole beach, that also included climbing and hurting feet, they encountered a lot of funny looking crabs as well as other little ocean animals, that swirled around. In the afternoon we got back together again to join all the other students already waiting in front of the Bullfighting area, that was right behind the campus and attracted EVERYBODY! Like a pilgrimage people gathered around from all places, socializing and having barbeque together, waiting for the buuls to arrive.
It was only half an hour later, when they then arrived and i was sitting at the top of the arena, that was supposed to offer me a much greater view. Soon later it seemed more like having signed my own death sentence, the bulls horns almost touching my feet and running around all crazy and wild in the bullfight area. It was more to the amusement of our fellow students, that watched our disgust and shock, that was written in our faces. Its part of their Macho culture, to prove, who male and strong the Guanacaste men are and how long they are able to ride on top of the strong bulls. Then, to not let it be enough, 20 men or more entered the area to play around more with the bull, anoying it and chasing it, until it was out of energy. What a different experience and definately not one of my best ones!
The next day, thursday, there was only one topic coming up: La fiesta de Chacara!! Whomever we met during the day, was asking us the same question: `Vienes esta noche a la fiesta de la Chacara?`:) We could almost not hear it anymoe, was this party supposed to be the best and biggest durung the whole semester. OF COURSE we would not miss that one, why would they keep asking us to come there? :)
All dressed up and ready to go we showed up there aound 10pm and having a great time, meeting with many people from university and getting to know Tico way of having a fiesta! Our friend Nico brought as, to refresh old memories, a bottle of Flor de Caņa and this was all we needed to have a good time! We left at 1 o`clock, when the party was officially over and in the taxi i had to experience a rough hangover, that should last until the next day! We had bought bustickets to San Jose for the following morning at 4 o`clock and tried to rest some before leaving again. But I was not the only one feeling bad.. Aileen and Nico didnt hear the alarmclock eighter and so we all woke up at 5.30, totally unable to decide on something or come up with a useful thought. During 10 minutes our backpackes for the weekend got packed, forgetting half of the things we wanted to take, and rushing to the busterminal, finding ourselves in the bus at 6 o`clock towards San Jose. What a horrible journey :( The first part Aileen and i suffered the same amount, Nico trying to cheer us up a little. As soon we got to San Jose, we went to another terminal, where our bus to Puerto Viejo was going to depart. So soon after we already jumped into the next bus, 5 long houres again ahead of us! But already knowing where to go and thinking about the hammocks we would soon be lying in, those 5 houres went by fast, only my right foot growing increasingly to the size of an elefant. We stepped into something the night before that we couldnt see and not worrying about it until then, when i looked down my foot and barely be able to walk anymore! When we arrived in the Rocking J`s, the hostel we stayed in before, the joy was soon gone, when some very helful american guys told me, I should better go to the hospital to have a look on what is going on with my foot!! So walking like an old granny with Aileens and Nicos support, we made it to a small carribean hospital, where reaggae music and emptyness welcomed us and making me feel a little more relaxed:) I only prayed for the doctor not to be Rastaman and getting a good treatment:) The assistant then told me, that i should get 3 injections in my butt and by then, I still thought that was a joke, smiling at it. *haha* When Aileen came in, holding my hand, the doctor came in as well with the injections in his hands and giving me the order to pull down my pens!! Still looking into Aileens lauhing face, I figured, that its NOT a joke after all and found myself back on a pallet, waiting for something to save my foot!! It was hilarious, still not seeming to be real and stepping out the hospital, not having to pay anything with the doctors words: Its your present from Costa Rica! :)
The following days got much better, doing little daytrips by bycicle to the nearby beaches Punta Uva and Cahuita, where we tried some snorkeling and enjoyed the rough caribic beaches. The night before my birthday the whole elictricity went off and we enjoyed the peacefulness of this very moment, chatting and laughing, playing music and living for the moment, candels enlightend everywhere. Two houres later light went back on, unfortunatelly, and guided us the last houres till my birthday came around. Aileen surprised me with a cheese cake (AND ONLY CHEESE *g*) and then we were sitting together with a small circle of friends and people, we met the same day, drifting away and later falling alseep in our hammok. It was such a pleasent night, so simple and unspectacular, that i will always remember and never forget this great place called Puerto Viejo, where jungle and ocean are always close. Thanks to all the people, that thought about me this special day and sent birthday wishes to me! I wished to be back home for a short moment, but then again was happy, to be here and live life in all its varieties.