Showing posts with label puerto viejo. Show all posts
Showing posts with label puerto viejo. Show all posts

Saturday, March 19, 2011

Puerto Viejo Again :-)

Puerto Viejo is becoming an annual trip for me, coinciding with my brother's visits :-)

I decided I had enough photos of the area for a while, so I left my camera behind - now that's travelling light!  Unfortunately, I also left behind part of my CPAP machine, so my sleep was not optimal - but still not all bad (very nice to know this for the future).  I did bring my very own snorkel gear - my only rental this trip was the bike!

We splurged on a dinner at La Costa de Papito but most of our dinners were from street vendors - the chicken on a stick with hot sauce is to die for!  And the big plus is that is leaves plenty of room for ice cream :-).  "Deelight" ice-cream parlor serves gelato that has the most *intense* flavor I have ever had in Costa Rica.  Choko orange - OMG!  It is right across from the bus stop, and is on my must-must-must do list.  Coming from a die-hard ice-cream lover, that is really saying something...  Oh yes, the Italian owners/chefs are simply lovely to talk to as well!

We continued the eat-on-the-street theme for lunch - bought french bread at a bakery on the South side of Puerto Viejo, got water, sodas, beer, wine, cheese and yogurt drinks at a grocery store, and ate at the beach whenever we got hungry :-).  I discovered (a little late, but not entirely *too* late) that I like to carry a little something to drink with me - so, I poured some wine into an old soda bottle and sipped it to cool off that hot street chicken. 

Most restaurants in Puerto Viejo now serve filtered water when you ask for a "vaso de agua" - there is a very minimal charge, if any, and it does cut down on the "water issues."  There are also places that advertise water-bottle refills all along the main drag.

We rented bikes one day, and rode down the coast along the mostly-newly-paved road.  This was a *considerable* improvement over last year's body-bruising cruise.  Tides were high, and a storm was coming in, so the waves were pretty rough, but the water was still lovely.  And the rain held off until we were all tucked up for the night :-).

The weather was generally very nice!  Temperatures were in the low 80's, and there was a nice breeze.  Humidity was often in the 50's, and never oppressive.  We had rain two nights, and a couple of hours of mist-and-drizzle one day - no umbrella needed, although we did see a couple of people riding bikes with an umbrella held just so :-).

I finally have to admit that the Cactus Juice I have simply does not work against the biting bugs in Puerto Viejo - I now have more than 40 bites as my unwanted proof.  After a couple of evenings of providing ice-cream enriched blood to the wretches, Big Bro saved us all by buying a bottle of DEET...

Coming back, I got a small surprise.  Usually, the bus stops at an immigration check-point just past Limón - an immigration officer checks everyone's passport or cédula to make sure everyone is legally in the country. (So if you're a tourist, it's important to carry your actual passport.  Or perhaps at minimum, a copy including entry stamp.)  But this time, we didn't stop!  Good news for my travel companion, since she only had a copy of her passport info page (not the entry stamp).  Bad news, only because now I don't know what would happen in this circumstance.  Of course, that good news far outweighs the bad...

--- trip details ---
  • This time, we hopped the 10:00 bus from San José on Monday morning (crowded), and I returned on the 9:00 Friday morning bus (half empty) - each was c4545 (~$9). The trip is about 4 hours, including a 10 minute stop in Limón (run for the bathroom, since there is only one, and please wash your hands in the sink outside, not inside the women's room).
  • You can buy your ticket from San José at least 2 days in advance, and all seats are assigned.  
  • You can buy your return ticket only one day in advance, and seating is open.  The bus starts in Sixaola, about 1 hour away, so boarding time in Puerto Viejo is *very* approximate - bring your patience.
  • We stayed at the Cabinas Casa Verde, still my favorite place to stay there (it's for sale!).  Even though there are ceiling fans, we find that it is more comfortable to bring a small personal fan as well.
  • Cruiser Bikes rent everywhere for c3000/day (return by 6 pm).
  • There are several farmacias in town, and at least one had Breathe-Right strips (3 for c850).
  • Taxis between Playa Cocles and Puerto Viejo run c2000.
  • Electric Golf carts rent for $70 for 24 hours, and have headlights and enough juice for 6 hours of solid running.
  • Pareos sencillos sell for c5000 (I got a nice yellow one this time).
  • Casados run about c2700; a little more on the main drag, a little less a couple of blocks inland.
  • "Chocolate y Pan" turned into a regular breakfast place for us.
  • Almost everywhere had 2x1 drinks for happy hour, usually 4:30-7, often c2000 for *large* tumblers of daiquiris or piña coladas.

Wednesday, March 17, 2010

My Weekend in Puerto Viejo (French)

And now, in French! (corrections to be made (Canadian), I'm sure and additions...)

Mon Week-end (Stilted English Version here)

J'ai eu un long week-end long.

Ce jeudi, mon frère, Karl, et moi avons pris le bus pour à Puerto Viejo de Talamanca. Dans le bus, il y avait des gens de beaucoup de pays. Nos voisins, autour de nous, parlaient ont parlé l'anglais, le français, l'éspagnol, et l'allemand. Après 4 heures de route, quand nous sommes étions presque arrivés, un homme est sortisali - j'ai remarqué, avec surprise, que je l'ai connu le connaissais! Malheureusement, nous avons eu seulement le temps pour une salutation rapide.

Ce soir-là, nous avons dîné au restaurant "Café Ivan." Pendant que nous avons parlé avec la propriétaire, j'ai pensé "j'ai déjà écouté cette histoire." Donc, j'ai dit "Est ce que sa mère habite ici aussi?" Alors, j'ai fait la connaissance de sa famille électroniquement (seulement par les blogs)! Que le monde est petit!

Le jour suivant, nous sommes allés à pied à Playa Cocles, en suivant la piste de la plage. J'ai demandé aux gens de la plage s'ils ont connu connaissaient un bon professeur de du surf. Deux hommes nous ont présentés à Santiago; lui et Karl ont fixé une leçon. Karl a appris faire du surf, et je leurs les ai regardés. Karl a fait du surf, et il est tombé. Mais les femmes lui l'ont regardé. Donc, il ai fait du surf plusieurs fois. Il est devenu fatigué, et il a eu mal partout.

Cet après-midi-là, je suis restée à la piscine. J'ai jeté un coup d'œil vers le haut, et j'ai vu... Joe! Mon ami! Il a pris des vacances aussi! Que le monde est très petit!

Samedi, Karl et moi avons loué des vélos et des tubes respiratoires, masques, et nageoires palmes. Nous avons acheté des provisions au supermarché, et nous avons fait du vélo à Punta Uva. Nous avons trouvé un lieu dans endroit à la plage, et nous avons fait de la plongée avec tuba. Karl n'a pas eu de problème, mais mon tube respiratoire s'a s'est mis à fuir. Donc, j'ai fait de la plongée seulement quelques fois. Heureusement, je me suis détendue.

Samedi après-midi, Karl a dit à nos voisins français es à l'hôtel que j'ai appris un peu de français. J'ai rougi, et j'ai buté sur les phrases, mais j'ai parlé! Pendant que je lui leur ai parlé, un très bel homme m'a regardé, et il a retenu sa respiration jusqu'à ce que j'ai fini. (jusqu'a j'ai fini je finisse)

Dimanche, mon week-end a fini. Parce qu'il a décidé rester, mon frère m'a mis dans le bus, avec un grand sourire...

My Weekend in Puerto Viejo (English)

(here is what you get when you take a class in a foreign language - information, but kinda stilted...)

I had a long weekend. (French version here)

Thursday, my brother, Karl, and I took the bus to Puerto Viejo de Talamanca. On the bus, there were people from many countries. Our neighbors spoke English, French, Spanish, and German. After 4 hours, when we were almost there, a man was getting off the bus - I noticed, with surprise, that I knew him! Unfortunately, we only had time for a quick greeting.

That evening, we ate at the restaurant "Café Ivan." While talking to the owner, I thought "This situation sounds familiar." So, I said "Does your mother live here also?" What do you know! I knew her family electronically! What a small world!

The next day, we walked to Playa Cocles, along the beach trail. I asked people at the beach if there was a good surfing teacher. Two men introduced us to Santiago; he and Karl arranged a lesson. Karl learned to surf, and I watched them. Karl surfed, and he fell. But the women were watching. So, he surfed again and again. He became tired, and sore all over.

That afternoon, I stayed at the pool. I glanced up, and I saw... Joe! My friend! He was vacationing too! What a *very* small world!

Saturday, Karl and I rented bicycles and snorkel equipment. We bought food at the supermarket, and we rode to Punta Uva. We found a spot on the beach, and we snorkeled. Karl had no problem, but my snorkel leaked. So, I only dove a few times. Contentedly, I relaxed.

Saturday afternoon, Karl told our French neighbors at the hotel that I had learned a little French. I turned red, and stumbled through some sentences, but I spoke! While I was speaking, the *very* nice man watched me, and held his breath until I was done.

Sunday, my weekend was over. Because he decided to stay, my brother put me on the bus - with a huge grin.

Monday, March 15, 2010

Puerto Viejo Vacation - Surfing

Thursday, Big Bro Karl and I hopped on the bus for Puerto Viejo (de Talamanca) - he is visiting us for a month, and *the* big thing on his list was to learn to surf :-). So, ten o'clock (or a bit later) saw us on the road, and 4 1/2 hours later, we landed!



That night, we asked around for who and where would be a good place to learn surfing, and so Friday morning we walked South about 2 kilometers to Playa Cocles. There is a beautiful trail that runs between the beach and the road - it is shaded and quiet, and you get to peek at the ocean here and there.



A dog followed us almost all the way, but she got distracted by an iguana almost half her size - she ended up catching it and then dragged it off for her lunch - mmm, mmmm good!

We got to the beach, and started asking around - a couple of surfers pointed out Santiago, the surf professor. They even walked us over to where he was just coming in from surfing, and introduced us :-). Between Karl's poquito Spanish, and Santiago's little-bit English, they made arrangements: 1/2 hour lesson on the beach, followed by 1 1/2 hrs in the water; board included, one-on-one, starting - now!



Beach lesson is over! time to get out there!



This is your wave!



Wheeeee! Oooops!



Gotta try again....



'Cause, you know, people are watchin'....