Bus ride to... Oh, anywhere
Trip Start
Jun 20, 2010
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Trip End
Jul 18, 2010
"I never use a blueprint. I just put up a board and start nailing" Eben Hensen
Cheers, to poor bus navigation skills! I hopped a bus at one in the afternoon to the Rainforest Aerial Tram, trusty LonelyPlanet guide in hand. Its very close to Parque Nacional Braulio Carillo and appears to be navigable. However.. I never made it to the Aerial Tram...
The bus ride is absolutely breath-taking, looping around mountains and amongst the clouds of the rainforest. With a smile, I ask the man next to me, "Do you know of the teleferico is?" Apparently, it was a few miles back. I grab my backpack and hop off the bus in Guapiles.
In some places, overshooting my stop might be frustrating, but Costa Rica is not one of them. I strike up conversation with a local tour/rafting guide named David Soto and we become quick friends. Coincidentally, his business is recommended in my guide book. Along with his roommate, Carlos, we hike a few trails, lay on hammocks overlooking the river, meet friendly ticos, spot toucans in trees, creep up on poisonous, colorful frogs and drink black, Costa Rican java. David promises a white-water kayaking lesson next time I'm free and gives me a morenito for the trip back.
On my bus ride home, I catch myself smiling at how perfectly the afternoon had panned out. I say, out the window with the map! Because anywhere I end up in this country is bound to be a beautiful, memorable experience.
Cheers, to poor bus navigation skills! I hopped a bus at one in the afternoon to the Rainforest Aerial Tram, trusty LonelyPlanet guide in hand. Its very close to Parque Nacional Braulio Carillo and appears to be navigable. However.. I never made it to the Aerial Tram...
The bus ride is absolutely breath-taking, looping around mountains and amongst the clouds of the rainforest. With a smile, I ask the man next to me, "Do you know of the teleferico is?" Apparently, it was a few miles back. I grab my backpack and hop off the bus in Guapiles.
In some places, overshooting my stop might be frustrating, but Costa Rica is not one of them. I strike up conversation with a local tour/rafting guide named David Soto and we become quick friends. Coincidentally, his business is recommended in my guide book. Along with his roommate, Carlos, we hike a few trails, lay on hammocks overlooking the river, meet friendly ticos, spot toucans in trees, creep up on poisonous, colorful frogs and drink black, Costa Rican java. David promises a white-water kayaking lesson next time I'm free and gives me a morenito for the trip back.
On my bus ride home, I catch myself smiling at how perfectly the afternoon had panned out. I say, out the window with the map! Because anywhere I end up in this country is bound to be a beautiful, memorable experience.


