I found myself at 7.30 am getting to know the wonderful Catalina in the garden of Txarlie’s office/house. The sun was out and she was working on her winter tan while chatting away. The others awoke from their alcohol induced slumber several hours later and we worked hard at a post-party breakfast. After some singsongs, and a breakfast of clams and mussels imported by our missionary to Santiago del Chile, we packed the Naughty and turned up the music.
Breakfast on grass, Manet - 1863
We left San Jose and set out to Malpais, by driving across to catch a ferry in Puntarenas.
The trip was really fantastic, we played backgammon and palas whilst waiting for the ferry. We then sailed across the straight whilst watching the sun set against a beautiful landscape.
After about an hour we arrive to the other side of the bay, drove for about 45 minutes and arrived in Malpais. Here we settled down for the night in a hostel where we paid 40 dollars for a 4 bed room and had to listen to the bitchy landlady complain all night about the fact that 2 of us were sleeping in the van. We ate a late pizza and toasted for the second time to Maria’s 27th birthday since Roque admitted not remembering the we had celebrated her birthday the night before.
We hit the sack and headed out the next day to some waterfalls next to Malpais. It was a sight for sore eyes and an interesting and cheap way to shower salt water off.
On the way back to the Naughty from the waterfalls we found that it was feeding time at the zoo as the caretaker of the waterfall was feeding a dozen white faced monkeys.
The trip was really fantastic, we played backgammon and palas whilst waiting for the ferry. We then sailed across the straight whilst watching the sun set against a beautiful landscape.
After about an hour we arrive to the other side of the bay, drove for about 45 minutes and arrived in Malpais. Here we settled down for the night in a hostel where we paid 40 dollars for a 4 bed room and had to listen to the bitchy landlady complain all night about the fact that 2 of us were sleeping in the van. We ate a late pizza and toasted for the second time to Maria’s 27th birthday since Roque admitted not remembering the we had celebrated her birthday the night before.
We hit the sack and headed out the next day to some waterfalls next to Malpais. It was a sight for sore eyes and an interesting and cheap way to shower salt water off.
On the way back to the Naughty from the waterfalls we found that it was feeding time at the zoo as the caretaker of the waterfall was feeding a dozen white faced monkeys.
The waterfall, nature's shower for the homeless
We headed out to an adjacent beach about 4 km from Malpais and we relaxed for the rest of the day, cooking, drinking and then drinking some more.
Me exposing my scultured body, Natxo as usual with his tongue out and Maria just looking...well... quite good actually...
As the sun set at 6 we were well on the way and by 10pm the bbq was over as were the bottles of rhum so as some of us fell asleep others dug into the beer.
I awoke in an extremely humid 6 person tent to discover that Maria and Natxo had joined me and Roque had opted to sleep across Catalina in the 2 man tent with David retiring to the sanctity of the steel walls of the Naughty.
It was quite an awkward feeling to discover traces of birds around the tent and to realize that it could easily have been the howling monkeys with a bad attitude that were singing us to sleep in the nearby trees the night before.
Roque was cleaning up so I helped him out and then we sat down to watch sunrise. Once we realized that the sun had risen several hours earlier and we were actually still quite drunk and staring at a cloudy sky.
We set out for breakfast and were joined by Natxo, who failed to understand that the likelihood of finding food next to an isolated beach are little to none. He therefore started walking down the beach barefooted.
I awoke in an extremely humid 6 person tent to discover that Maria and Natxo had joined me and Roque had opted to sleep across Catalina in the 2 man tent with David retiring to the sanctity of the steel walls of the Naughty.
It was quite an awkward feeling to discover traces of birds around the tent and to realize that it could easily have been the howling monkeys with a bad attitude that were singing us to sleep in the nearby trees the night before.
Roque was cleaning up so I helped him out and then we sat down to watch sunrise. Once we realized that the sun had risen several hours earlier and we were actually still quite drunk and staring at a cloudy sky.
We set out for breakfast and were joined by Natxo, who failed to understand that the likelihood of finding food next to an isolated beach are little to none. He therefore started walking down the beach barefooted.
Mmm... sun setting and still standing... gotta work on that!
Once the beach was finished and no food was found, we started walking down the gravel road, and decided that since we had 2 sets of sandals and Natxo has flat feet, we would share the pain by each walking with one of Roque’s sandals whilst being barefooted on the other, and the third used my super comfy Nike’s!
After a terribly long time we arrived in town, we settled down for some terrible breakfast and showered again in the waterfall. We found on the beach another set of sandals much to Natxos joy and met the girls half way back to the Naughty.
We left the beach of perdition and headed out to Santa Teresa.
After a couple of rivers and some very vicious roads, we arrived on a strip of dust with a couple of buildings and checked into a small house with 6 beds.
Here we met up with Dani, Elena and the lovely aussie Margot. We spent a couple of days surfing, messing around on the beach, and watching some great football in the local bar.
Before arriving Cata declared that she was more interested in the local produce than in surfing and her wish was made true by a local harmless stalker who kept inviting himself to anything we did.
The highlight of the stay was the sushi adventure. Elena turned out to be an excellent cook and quite obsessed with sushi. Naturally in us she found great apostles for her credo.
We spent Sunday evening from 7 to 8 in the dock waiting for the fishing boat to arrive and then we bought 2kgs of the finest tuna money can buy.
Back at the flat we make some 150 pieces of sushi and ate until the word sushi was associated with digestives systems exploding.
After a terribly long time we arrived in town, we settled down for some terrible breakfast and showered again in the waterfall. We found on the beach another set of sandals much to Natxos joy and met the girls half way back to the Naughty.
We left the beach of perdition and headed out to Santa Teresa.
After a couple of rivers and some very vicious roads, we arrived on a strip of dust with a couple of buildings and checked into a small house with 6 beds.
Here we met up with Dani, Elena and the lovely aussie Margot. We spent a couple of days surfing, messing around on the beach, and watching some great football in the local bar.
Before arriving Cata declared that she was more interested in the local produce than in surfing and her wish was made true by a local harmless stalker who kept inviting himself to anything we did.
The highlight of the stay was the sushi adventure. Elena turned out to be an excellent cook and quite obsessed with sushi. Naturally in us she found great apostles for her credo.
We spent Sunday evening from 7 to 8 in the dock waiting for the fishing boat to arrive and then we bought 2kgs of the finest tuna money can buy.
Back at the flat we make some 150 pieces of sushi and ate until the word sushi was associated with digestives systems exploding.
Better and more addictive than any drug, thanks Elena!!!
The next morning the adventure finished and we set out to the Miguel Antonio National Park, some dodgy guides and finally Porto Viejo.
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