Almost there is a relative term

Trip Start Jan 09, 2007
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Trip End Jan 17, 2007


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Saturday, January 13, 2007

Sleep didn't really happen.  Adding to the wind noise from the night before the tin roof failed and was flailing all night in the seemingly gale force wind.  At 5:05, already awake, I got up and shut off the alarm. 

Wende and I both need our time in the morning to wake up.  We are not "wake-up-and-be-ready-and-chipper" people.  Don't get me wrong, it takes almost no time to get up and out the door, it's just mostly silent with grunts and hand gestures.  There is just enough time for a cup of coffee before our 6:00am bus.

We board and we are off.  We debark some hours later at the Pan American Highway where the bus will head in the direction opposite the way we need to go.  We wait by the side of the road for a bus to Liberia.  At least now (assuming a bus comes to fetch us) we are on a paved road.

In Liberia we quest for food and bank (The bank last night didn't like Wende's card) then back to the terminal to wait for yet another bus to Tamarindo.  After traveling all day we stop and Internet for 30 min then leave to find a boat taxi which will take us from Tamarindo to Playa Grande, our destination for the evening.

The ride is just over a small channel.  Our driver informs us as we get off that the hotel is a 30-45 min walk down the beach.  We are now carrying all our crap walking (and sinking) in the sand on a deserted beach next to a jungle on the Pacific Coast of Central America.

Not long after, people come into view on the beach.  We see no buildings so we hike up until we find a road (and I use that term loosely) and we follow it.  We get lost.  We ask directions several times.  We get answers in English and Spanish.  Mostly people shake their heads, say 3 kilometers that way and tell us we are "almost there".  We are still lost.  We start following a random path through the woods in the direction we think the hotel might be.  Unsure after a bit, we break through the jungle plants to the beach. We see a couple women who had given us directions who apparently also got lost.  We continue on.  Two-and-a-half hours after we were dropped off by the water taxi and just after the sun has set we find our hotel.  They all want to know where our car is.  We have no car.  We have all our crap; we have no car.

We wash the grime off and go to dinner.  Mahi mahi, shrimp, palm heart salad, rice and a couple veggies.  We earned our supper tonight.
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