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Saskia wants to go to the beach….. aaaahhh… damn rain !
11 hours ago · Comment · Like / Unlike
me Not a sky in the clouds
11 hours ago · Delete
Saskia
Jim, remember the veggie and meat order today ? I’ll call you in let’s say 2 hours
11 hours ago
me
Somebody is jealous about you / us. I didn’t know if I should have come and join you guys at the club last night.
Good god woman you almost knocked me off my bike with the salutation. I left home without my machete.
11 hours ago · Delete
Saskia
jealous about ME ?? Nope… But of course you should have joined us. Thought you were too late for a date the speed you went by.
11 hours ago
Saskia
So, who’s jealous about you or me or you and me ??
10 hours ago
me
I’ll avoid the question and email you my produce and meat order. We’ll all have dinner when she comes down. In the mean time, don’t tell anybody about about the fact the I am running a home for wayward girls here.
10 hours ago · Delete
me
I need two ping pong paddles, some fur liners for handcuffs, 4′ of latex tubing, 40′ of silk ribbon,
two pulleys and a squeegee. Should I go to Bribri or Limon?
10 hours ago · Delete
Saskia
oh, so it’s somebody from YOUR part… that makes sense, haha. When she comes down… down… so, you are up on the hill an she comes down ? That makes her live where ?
And of course I won’t tell anybody anything…
10 hours ago
me
We’ll keep everything private and post it on Facebook. Discretion is important.
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Saskia
Ping-Pong ?? Fur-liners ? I know a good sex-shop in San Jose.. ha ha ha. San Pedro Mall… But you have to ask for permission to enter the back room. Don’t know why they brought ME there… Mrs. Innocent.
10 hours ago
Saskia
Exactly… Facebook is THE place for it… total discretion guaranteed.
10 hours ago
me
I think the black girl at the Pizzeria thinks that I am the father of your child.
She’s cute and her husband seems ok, he doesn’t speak a word of english.
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Saskia
Which Pizzeria ? Wow, now I have already 4 Dad’s for my child, great…
The 17 year old, the internet-technician, you and the real Dad… what about Tacho, you think he’s a candidate as well ?
10 hours ago
me
Oh god, I’ve been here less than two weeks and Tacho is cheating on me. What hell is wrong with people here?
10 hours ago · Delete
me
Which Pizzeria? First one north of here. I don’t know the name.
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Saskia
well, they are “life-enjoyers”… Tacho likes to share. What the heck you think happenes when I leave him alone with Yerri ? And the party is on when his wife comes down.
10 hours ago
me
You probably heard me laugh from here.
10 hours ago · Delete
Saskia
The one across the beach ? Or the one right behind the bridge before the supermarket ?
10 hours ago
Saskia
oh, that was you ? ;o)
10 hours ago
me
cheese order cheese I was hoping for camembert, roquefurt, brie and stilton
10 hours ago · Delete
me
I’ll be there in a minute.
10 hours ago · Delete
Saskia
and there comes Tacho….
9 hours agoFrom

Costa Rican Infrastructure – Electricity

The electricity went out three times today.
8:30 – 8:32
8:35 – 9:30
19:00 – 19:01

Yesterday it went out 8:00 – 8:02

Tuesday it was out from 8:00 until 12:00

I work on my laptop, with all my code and my unit test databases on the laptop so I don’t need the internet to get work done. I have battery power for a couple of hours. The phone works when the electricity is out, so with a small UPS I could keep connected, by powering up the ADSL modem.

It was interesting watching the guys reconnect the sections, there is a bar that connects the bottom of some pineapple shaped units on two sides of a pole. Connecting the bar in the slot completes the circuit, just like those old time frankenstein electrical switches (like the main for my house). Some tico with a 40′ fiberglass pole tries to get the end of the pole into a little whole in the bar and then push it up to complete the switch. It reminds me of those tools the nuns used on the upper louvered windows. It’s actually a whole lot safer than riding up there on a bucket of a service crane, and trust me, there are not a lot of those down here.
Wiring

Don’t expect to find grounded outlets. If you find one, it probably isn’t grounded anyway.

Shower heads with 220 volt 60 amp service, with the wire connected by electrical tape are common. That kind of power could support my entire frigging house with 12 tons of cooling, 2 refrigerators, a freezer, a washer and a dryer all running at the same time. It’s highly efficient, hot water on demand. Most of the energy used in hot water heaters is wasted keeping the tank warm.

The apartment I rented in La Fortuna had a non waterproof wall fixture, the kind you would buy at a Loews for $29 mounted on the wall of the shower with the top half half and inch from the wall at the height of the shower head.

Water is Good

Water

Water is good. After analyzing the pipes and which faucets had good pressure and which ones had bad pressure I was left with the simple conclusion that the filters were clogged.. The idiot former tenants jammed plastic bags in the filters, broke them taped them up, I have no idea what they thought they were doing.

There are three filters in series, two with wound cord filters and one with chipped granite. Washing out the filters fixed everything, but I certainly understand Saskia’s statement that I shouldn’t drink the water. I might have to get it tested and put in a reverse osmosis and an activated charcoal filter for drinking water. Shlepping 20 liter bottles in from town and up the hill is not a pleasant long term prospect.

I worked my 8 – 9 straight through and quit at 3:00 went for a swim, came back, rode by ride into town, pretty mundane stuff. Now I use the outside shower when I come back from the beach so that I don’t track sand into the house. I got back ten minutes ago and now it is pouring down rain. Rain on a tin roof is awesome. I have the doors open and the wind is blowing stuff off the tables. I just love it here

Buy Bike

I hitch hiked up to Play Negra (Black Beach) and bought a bike at the Ferreteria (No Jan, that is not a Luby’s that sells smelly little weasels). Nobody that worked there spoke english, making the transaction interesting. I believe the brand name translates to “Cheap Chinese Piece of Shit”. The tires were underinflated and the rear wheel was not positioned properly, nor was the rear mud flap. I rode to Sonya’s and got the CD (Karl I will upload today). Then I rode it home and inflated the tires. Saskia dug up some wrenches and we aligned things as well as could be accomplished.

I rode it last night to the super and bought some laundry detergent. This morning I used the washing machine, the discharge hose was not attached on the bottom so it emptied all the water onto my bathroom floor, so I guess I will mop today. Then it wouldn’t fill up again with water because the water pressure is god awful, but it is intermittent. If the load ever finishes I will put it out on the clothesline and see if it is possible to air dry clothes in this humidity.

Usually as dawn approaches I am awakened by a gradual increase in bird sounds. Today I thought a howler monkey had jumped through my open window and was howling at me from the foot of the bed. The best birding is from 5:00 to 7:00 the activity in my back yard is amazing. I have discovered that I can use Saskia’s postal box and actually get something delivered. There are no addresses or street names. I describe myself as “the second drive past the chameleon on the hill.” Nobody has a doubt where that is.

The full moon is on Friday, so perhaps I will bop up to Tortuguero, on the northern Caribbean this weekend. It’s a long boat ride down a canal to a big park. The sea turtles should be hatching in force.

Cheers, that concludes this morning’s post from the jungle.

Moving to Puerto Viejo

At 7:00 the shuttle driver shows up. One look at the expression on his face when he saw all the bags indicated that things were not going to go as smoothly as I had hoped. He spent half an hour on the phone with the somebody in one of the office. I was informed that I had been told that I could bring one large suitcase. “Really and who told me that?” Well, apparently Mr Head office didn’t have the voucher in front of him so he backed down a bit and said that they had 4 other people to bring along with their luggage and that we would not all fit. I wished him well in explaining this to the other 4 people, but this was not my problem. I said, I could have shipped these bags yesterday for 2,500 Colones apiece if I had been told that I couldn’t bring them after asked, but that it was too late now. He called back 5 minutes later and asked if I would agree to an additional $40 fee for transporting all of my bags. I agreed and off we went. My driver, Oscar, didn’t speak a word of english. We never picked anybody else up, presumably they went in another van.

Oscar pointed out the various crops, “papaya, arroz, pina, canos de azugar”. I’d seen papaya. The rice fields didn’t look anything like the paddies I expected from VC films. Pineapples are pretty distinctive. Nobody had pointed out sugar cane to me before. We had a conection point in Siquirres where my bags were placed in a van that was the exact same size as the van I had been transported in. This van already had four passengers and their luggage.

The cast, a very attractive an friendly dutch couple. I think attractive, friendly are redundant with respect to Dutch, both in my encounters with them abroad and in the Netherlands. A very pleasant looking woman with strong asian influences but nothing strong enough that I would care to guess a country, probably half asian and half european, she currently resides in Oregon. The final character was, well one glance, an American hailing from San Francisco.

After breakfast it was time to board the bus, kind of an awkward moment. The asian girl had her stuff in the front seat next to the driver and retook her spot. The dutch returned to the rear seat and the American and I looked a each other awkwardly. All the boys have very wide shoulders. You don’t want to sit next to us in coach.

I got in first, there was no way she was going to be able to fasten her seat belt and sit in the seat next to me with out leaning at 30 degree angle, but the jump seat saved the day.

Turns out she volunteered to assist the Bribri indians in counting birds. Yes this week there were going to 118 thousand species of raptor on the reservation. I said “raptor as in hawks, eagles, buzzards…” She added “and kites.” I objected “There are only about 850 species of birds in Costa Rica.” She replied that these other were just migrating. “Let me ask again did you say 118,000 species of raptors?” She pulled out her iphone and clicked around for a while and said “oh, you’re right.”

How did she get this position? There was a posting in a biological journal. Oh are you studying biology? No, I just want to help. Ahh it all became clear to me now. Who covers your expenses? “While I cover my airfare and I give them $700 to cover food and lodging.” Now, I have been to the Indian reservation. She will be eating about $2/day worth of rice,beans and other local produce, living 4 to a cabin with no air conditioning. I’m sure they would have been just as happy if she sent the money and didn’t come to do any work.

Well apparently they have to leave 2 Indians around at all times. One walks around looking really Indian and the other runs the gift shop. I never saw any other Indians while I was at the place.

No matter what we were talking about the woman from Oregon wanted to make it about her. The Dutch had picture of some monkeys they had taken in Tortuguero, she wanted us to know she had been to Bali and they have monkeys there. She worked Palau into the conversion and everybody waited for her to finish her non sequitur. The volunteer asked about how I drove down here, I told her it was a lot better with a GPS and told here were you could get software for your Garmins with really accurate information. Oregon wanted us to know that when she was in Prague….

Everybody was dropped off, I was last, as I was further south than Puerto Viejo. The van driver looked at my driveway with a “what the f..k” look on
his face. As I didn’t want to shlep my bags up the hill I decided to goad him. “I was here two weeks ago, and I drove up that in a yaris. It’s kind of tricking driving. Man those things have really low ground clearance not like this van. But if you think it is too much for you, I understand.”

Well that did it. He was going to get the van up there. It took about 8 attempts. And no, there was no way in hell I would have attempted this in a Yaris.

I went past the gate, got the key from Saskia and Jerry came with me to help with the bags. Jerry is a skinny little tico, seventeen years of age, he can’t weigh more than 90 pounds. He grabbed two duffel bags at a time and walked up the hill and placed them near the front door. These bags weigh 40 to 50 pounds apiece, the hill is steep and has no steps. I fumbled with the key and by the time I got the door unlocked and the four duffels he had brought everything but the chair, which I managed.

Home! Finally.

Check out Mi Casa

Hell it was 1:00 in the afternoon. The day was just beginning. I’ll try to catch you up tomorrow.

Moving On – Next Stop Puerto Viejo

Saturday 2008-08-29 AM

Tomorrow I am moving with my goods to my new home. Hopefully this will satisfy me for years to come. I have an occupant in my house. I pay the mortgage, the insurance, the property tax and repairs and he pays me nothing. Will somebody please buy my house.

This week’s final gonzo post.

This morning I set off too early to book transportation to Puerto Viejo. I finally found something open around 7:30. Unfortunately the girl worked for a booking company, not Interbus and couldn’t find the hotel I was staying at after I gave her a business card and pointed it out on the map. She said, “that is the bungee jump company”, no dear, but you’re close. Actually this is where my friggin’ hotel is, which is near but just past the bungee jumping place. She told me the shuttle company could not find the place, and that I should show up at the bus company with my bags. I tried to explain to here that “door to door” service does not mean the company office to my hotel.

Rather than, well any of the large number of antisocial acts that were scrolling through my head suggestions for action in bad horror film I simply told her I would be back at 8:30. At the scheduled time I went directory to the Interbus office and the entire transaction took maybe 1 minute. He wrote down “Hotel Ruth”, which is not anywhere near “ApartHotel Arenal” in name, but Ruth is the owner and I figured we were good. I confirmed “they will take all of my bags and pick up at the hotel?” He have me a big nod, a thumbs up and big “Pura Vida”
Packing

Four duffel bags, a suitcase, two back packs and a computer are packed.

Here is my sportsman GPS. Where is the belt clip? Is it packed?

Rocking chair in box? Check. Did I really walk across town with that on my head a couple of days ago?

Belt clip for GPS? Who the hell knows.

Look under the beds. Behind the bathroom drawer. Whatever, it’s either packed or gone.

Catch the bus and move on.

CNBC commentators are arguing. Do I even have a TV hookup at the new house? If I get satellite will it point straight up?

Tools, where are all of my tools? A man needs tools, wrenches, screw drivers, things that cut and grind.

Monteverde

Yesterday we headed out to Monteverde first thing in the morning, which was not exactly as early as intended. On the way we saw a bunch of signs pointing to a German Bakery, so we decided to take a peek inside. The smell of fresh bread was overwhelming, and we knew we had come to the right place; good bread is much harder to find down here than expected. We picked up four loafs of bread, two black bread, a multi-grain, and the fourth being whatever else it was that they had. Mark’s sweet tooth called out and he got a cupcake and a honey bun as well. With the bread in the bag we got back in the car and were now ready to make the rest of the trek.

A couple hours, a bunch of dirty rough roads, and two and a half loaves of bread later we had shown up to a little tourist booth just outside of town, and we booked a canopy zip-line tour, a night tour, and a hotel for the night. We went into the town to find our hotel at the Sunset Inn, and met the owner, who happened to be a German sharing the same last name as us; the natural thing to do seemed to be to share our delicious, fresh baked, German bread with him, which he gladly accepted. Pressed for time we shipped out and drove deeper into the city, but ended up getting a little lost with the lack of signs pointing towards where we needed to go, and showed up a little late, but ended up hopping onto the end with the group; if we joined the later tour we would have been late for our bus pick-up for the night tour. They started off a bit slow, but as we got further in on the tour the zips got longer, higher up, and faster. Unfortunately there was a lot of waiting in line for several of the zips, and time grew close as we were supposed to be picked up from our hotel by bus at 5:30. To our surprise they had a Tarzan swing for us to do 3 zips before the finale, which was quite the rush. We got some videos of that, which I’m sure will be put up here in some way shape or form. The last two zips were amazing, crazy fast, and so long that the end couldn’t even be seen, and we were high above the trees. While waiting in line for the very last one, the zip spanning a mighty 1km, the person in front of us began to shake and break down, wondering if there was another way that he could get back to the start, but he was able to get up the nerve and do it. For this one we had to be paired up, probably needed the weight to make it all the way to the end. We zoomed all the way back to the start, watched a couple more people come in, and got to the car to get back to the Sunset Inn to drop off our bags and get picked up by the bus. <> showed us our room, we dropped off our belongings, and were alerted that the bus was already here to pick us up, so we left and boarded. We picked up several more passengers and went on to the night tour.

The guides there recognized us from earlier at the canopy tours. We were given our flashlights and were guided through the woods. Before the tour even officially began a family of four raccoons emerged from the woods and scampered about. There was two other groups being led about so we went to the other half of the woods to get some privacy, so that all the animals wouldn’t have already been scared away. We saw oodles of insects, and learned some neat facts about them as well. My brother and I were spotting out at least half of the stuff during the tour, but we were going flashlight crazy looking for animals and insects. We learned about some trees, plants, and other animals. I was constantly on the lookout for the Kinkajou, which I learned could best be found during a night tour in the cloud forest (I had wanted to see one since my first visit to Costa Rica 12 years earlier, and since then it had become my favorite animal). There were lots of bats flying around as we looked at mostly insects, but they were interested in this strange fruit that was growing everywhere. We wandered around for a while and we came close to another group, and I thought I heard one of them mention something about a kinkajou, but I figured I had misheard. At this point the guide received a message on his walkie talkie about a “martilla” which is the Spanish name for a Kinkajou, and also the Olingo. Quickly we ran over there and I was finally able to catch a glimpse of one, he was being lazy in the tree but he was climbing around for a bit. I could have stared at him for quite a while but we had to go on with the tour, it was a while before the smile slid off of my face. Some more insects, spiders, plants, and bats later, the tour was over, and we headed into town to grab some food. We had some tipico (typical Costa Rican food) and finished it off across the street with some sushi. The waiter at the sushi bar was a different tour guide from the night walk, it seems that they just can’t get enough work! Content and happy we headed back to our lovely room at the Sunset Inn, and crashed for the night.

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Monteverde

My dad woke up this morning and went for a small walk. He met up with me while I was eating my delicious breakfast and mentioned that he had encountered quite a large bird which he could not identify. After my brother ate we went to the Hanging Bridges at ???????? , the same place as the zip lines tour. It was a major disappointment after seeing everything at the bridges in La Fortuna. The only animals we encountered were butterflies, and not even many at that, perhaps it was the screaming sound of the pulleys and the literally screaming people riding them that scared them all off. The Cloud Forest was very misty, wasn’t raining most of the time but all the moisture in the air caused the trees to drip from above. Whenever we would encounter a big beautiful tree full of life, there was a zipline platform up above that I’m sure was too confusing for any animals to wish to live near. We left seeing nothing new and went back into the town and headed over towards the Cheese Factory, where they made over 150 kinds of cheeses. We ordered milk shakes, a banana split, a hamburger, and a hotdog. The hamburger tasted like a Greek gyro’s meat. The shakes and split were pretty good. We overheard a woman discussing to her friend about how she accidentally encountered her first Quetzal when searching for a Bell Bird, so we decided to ask her where she saw this in hopes of catching a Quetzal ourselves. She told us of a little forest and so we headed in that direction. Time was running short for us however as we didn’t wish to have to drive down the pothole infested dirt roads during the dark, so we only wandered around for a little bit, but still saw more wildlife in the 15 minutes we were there than the several hours at the hanging bridges. We left not seeing the bird we came in search of and decided we could quickly run through the Serpentarium before heading out, at this point it had also started to rain. We saw the snakes, lizards, and turtles, and headed back to La Fortuna. We tried to go to the German Bakery to get more black bread but the store was closed, perhaps another day. A confused bird flew in front of us as we got near to the city, cutting left, then right again, and then straight into our windshield; ironically this was right after a conversation about hunting/killing/capturing animals in Costa Rica. After a 50 millisecond moment of silence we pressed onward and eventually made it back.

We went to go for a night hike at the little park we had permission to wander through at our own leisure, but left Mark at the room as he said his stomach was bothering him and he didn’t have his contacts in. We grabbed our flashlights and headed on down the road. Managed to find the park and went in, headlight equipped, and flashlights in hand, ready to find some real wildlife for the day. About 5 minutes in a giant heron type bird burst out honking loudly right in front of our faces causing us to jump back. We didn’t see much else besides that on the walk and then decided to head back to the room to retire.

– Karl

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White water Rafting – Volcano – Bar Maid

We rafted the Rio Toro yesterday. We travelled about 17 kilometers in 60-70 minutes. That is a pretty good clip, a far cry from tubing down the Brazos. Normally this would be a “3 hour tour” (sing the song) but the water was up and moving fast. We have no pictures to share, I don’t think I will be buying them from the tour company as nothing is really in focus, maybe we were moving too fast for a junior photographer.

About 17:00 yesterday it started to get really clear, so we decided to go see the volcano. We drove down near the national park on the base of the volcano and there were cars and tour buses everywhere just past the river. I thought I was going to rip the bottom out of the Toyota Yaris as it bounced off the river boulders. In isolation it would have been a great observation point, but ignorant tourists were everywhere, kids were playing with flashlights, just shining them in random directions and the camera flash from wannabe photographers was rendering our eyes insensitive to the subtle changes in hue of the smoke at the top of the volcano as it started to glow like a cigarette tip.

Mark napped from 3 pm to 5 pm yesterday, Karl and I walked over every street and visited every store for 2/3 of the town. I picked up an 8 port 10/100 mb/s rj45 switch so that we could all use the internet simultaneously and a new headset for skyping.

We gave up and drop to the Arenal Observatory where for a $4 cover fee each we sat in chairs on a lovely deck way farther up the mountain and observed the volcano with people who had a clue, taking time lapsed photographs from tripods or watching through binoculars. Not a one of them thought that the flash from their cell phone would illuminate the top of the volcano that was 2 kilometers away.

I went to bed at 11:00. When I woke up at 6:00 Karl was not here. When he returned at 7:00 he reported that things were a little slow here last night so he went to the bar and was with the barmaid (a California girl) and that she wants him to be his room-mate. Then he went directly to bed. I guess the 8:30 lava trails walk is off..

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Arenal Hanging Bridges

Things got a little out of control here yesterday so we had to defer the white water rafting until tomorrow. We will be going on Rio Toro.
I guess we will head out to the waterfalls at the park after the kids get up. They were out on the town until 4:30 in the morning.

We headed out to Hanging Bridges, just west of the dam on Lake Arenal. It was a beautiful hike with many kilometers of trail on the ubiquitious concrete blocks that are used on trails and driveways in Costa Rica. These blocks have a 10 cm x 10 cm opening through which grass grows, this helps not turn the whole thing into a virtual sluice. Mammalian wildlife was varied and abundant and avian wildlife was plentiful but the area exhibited a herpetological paucity to our untrained eyes and only one reptile was spotted, a very small eyelash palm pit viper. As for primates we spotted a Howler Monkey, 2 or three troops of white faced monkies numbering in total a few dozen and a couple of spider monkeys, the squirrel monkey eluded us.

We encountered our first tapirs while we were on the first bridge. There is not a great deal of subtlety in their motion, the landscape goes into windless convulsions, though spotting them through dense foliage may be a bit more problematic. Pics

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Car Swap

We drove from La Fortuna back to Liberia and swapped out the Caravan for a Toyota. The roads are very narrow here and there is no shoulder. When an 18 wheeler or a bus comes around a turn 2 feet into your lane, there is nowhere to go. Besides it was a gas hog. At 550 Colones per Liter and 5.5 kilometers per Liter I was burning about $60/day in gas and running a high carbon foot print.

I needed better internet connectivity than could be had from the Internet Cafe. I found a place that allows me unlimited number of connections with some pretty good throughput for $10 / day, with my own coffee maker and a place to store my bags. It also has a kitchenette, living room, bedroom with 2 queen sized beds, good air, nice location right on the edge of town, maid service and laundry service.

The feeder hose to the kitchen sink broke this morning during my morning coffee. Triage! Two notebook computers and 2 cell phones were on the floor connected to chargers. 4 duffel bags, 2 suit cases, a computer case were thrown on the beds. Rudy, the landlady’s boyfriend quickly shut off the water but we were an inch deep in water through the whole apartment. The hose had snapped off just where it joined the 1/2″ FIP fitting. Rudy went off and bought a similar replacement line and it kept leaking. I told him he had the wrong type of supply line but he had a hard time believing me because he bought the same kind that had been on there. As the supply was 1/2″ PVC MIP the zinc FIP with washer was never going to do the job. We walked down to the ferreteria (hardware store not a ferret restaurant) and I walked behind the counter and found a nylon supply line. I told him this would work if he hasn’t already damaged the thread on the PVC by over tightening. He had. So for now there is a bucket there, I told him to go off and get a hacksaw, a shutoff valve a 1/2 PVC to 1/2 MIP adaptor, some solvent and glue and we would have it fixed in half an hour.

It is now 10:30 I’ve been dicking with this for about 3 hours, it is time to go out and book a white water rafting trip for tomorrow

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Arenal

We arrived in La Fortuna yesterday, we are staying at Arenal Lodge on the side of one ofMount Arenal.

The volcano had been dormant since October 1922 prior to a VEI=2 eruption in 1968.[2] The eruption wiped out the town of Arenal and killed 87 people.[3] It lasted for several days, and during that time destroyed crops, property, livestock, and forests. Fifteen square kilometers were buried and the explosion affected over 232 square kilometers. It has been active almost continuously since the eruption.

Pics from last night.

It is 8:50 in the morning with a heavy drizzle so I think I will take a pass on the butterfly tour.

Sleeping in a hammock

Friday 8/14/09

I woke up at about 4:30 and my father was missing, the calls of the howler monkeys were absurdly loud. Apparently there are several stimuli that set them off: rain, people, and dawn. It was turning into dawn, and it was about to rain, so it had set them all off. The sky looked really cloudy, so I figured it wasn’t worth trying to go catch the sunrise, so I went upstairs to the hotel and fell asleep for several more hours. I woke up some time later and Mark was still feeling bad, so my dad and I went into town to try to find a bite to eat. We got coffee and omelets, and we asked for salt and pepper to put on our eggs. She brought us the salt and pepper, but also a big jar full of onions, jalapenos, and a bunch of broth with all sorts of who-knows-what dissolved in the acids. Whatever was in it was delicious, and we put it all over our eggs. Shortly after eating that, my father informed me that there were two people taking their pig for a walk across the beach. The pig was cooperating until it came time to cross the street, at which point it started to scream and back up, not wanting to cross this strange ground. They had to push and shove it, and once it got across it, it was already. My dad asked the waitress were the butcher was, turns out he was right down the alley. “This little piggy goes to market, this little piggy doesn’t go home” Turns out they were taking it to the meat market, perhaps the pig knew what was up, poor thing. After that my dad decided he was hungry for some jamon, or ham if you speak English, so we ordered beans and rice and ham. The beans and rice were good, but the ham was not, this is why I usually just stick to chicken when I’m down here. Unable to finish my meal we got up and left and headed back to Manzanillo to check out of our hotel and begin the long haul to La Fortuna. We took a detour on the way back though, and went to go check out the house my dad had rented. We went up the hill and wandered around the backyard, we saw a bunch of birds, admired all the trees, and we even saw a green and black poison arrow dart frog hopping around on the porch, simply awesome. We got back to the hotel, got Mark, got all our stuff, and left for La Fortuna. 7 hours later we arrived here, where we retired to our beds, but I sit here writing this right now. Actually I forgot to mention, we stopped off at the restaurant we ate at as we were leaving the town with the best tipico, and once again the food was amazing. It was a shame my brother was unable to eat due to his stomach hurting him.

Still hanging on the Caribbean

After watching the beautiful sky the night before I was set on waking up before the sunrise and being on the rock that overlooked the ocean by where we had seen the toucans the other day. The alarm went off at 5:30, but by that time the sun was basically already up. I got up and went outside and the sound of birds surrounded me, there were so many and they were everywhere. But with every couple of minutes that passed they became quieter and quieter. I went back to the hotel and Mark and my father were ready at this point, and we got into the car and drove down the road to the trail that we walked the other day and saw the 4 spider monkeys. We didn’t see much though sadly, but the walk was still nice; I think the most interesting thing spotted was a humming bird, but it was too far away to really tell. We went back to the point across the river and walked to the point, but decided to do some further exploring into the jungle. After reaching as far as the trail would let us, we headed back. We got in the car and decided to drive to the two cities over after Puerto Viejo to get some gas, as there wasn’t a gas station anywhere near us. After setting off, we saw the car ahead of us suddenly stop, and there were three girls on the side of the road looking at something. Upon inspection we saw that there was a three toed sloth crawling across the road, its back end had some fecal matter stuck to it (the only reason a sloth comes down from its tree every 3 days is to take a dump) and eventually it made it across and began to climb a tree. It looked back at us and it had a big goofy smile on its face, but we failed at getting any pictures of this. On our drive back we were a bit hungry, and pulled over at a little city and found the, what seemed to be, only open restaurant. We went in and it took quite a while until we got served and the guy working there seemed to be completely clueless, and he kept proving it to us over and over again. Mark got French toast, Jim got an omelet, and I got rice and beans with chicken. He forgot who ordered what, and then after the edible (edible being the only word I could use to describe it) meal he forgot what we ordered to ring us up, and had much difficulty adding up the three meals. Whatever, another location that won’t be revisited, to say the least.

We got back to Puerto Viejo and visited the unenthusiastic French woman again, and she showed us the one house which was just the downstairs of a two story house, with not much of a backyard, it smelled funny, and the shower was outside. It was a good option considering what we had seen thus far though. But we decided we weren’t done and went to the other realtor right down the road, and the man there remembered my dad from two years ago, a much nicer greeting. He told us he had a nice two bedroom house for rent, so we drove down the road to check it out. My dad was basically instantly sold. The woman there was very nice, and she said that her and her father had built the house themselves some time ago. It was up on a hill, had an awesome backyard, and the house was pretty great itself. We ran down to the ATM, got out some money, and came back to give it to her to seal the deal. When we came back she was on the phone with somebody else who was trying to rent the house, and she said something along the lines of, “Oh I’m sorry, the house is rented already” and hung up. We then went back towards Manzinillo and dropped off some laundry at a woman’s house that had a sign up to do laundry. We dropped Mark off at home as his stomach had been hurting him all day; he was laying down in the back of the car during most of the trip. We went down the street to the restaurant that had the massive plates of food and celebrated the successful house finding with some Imperals, and we ordered some civiche, which was made with bass, octopus, and probably a couple of other things. I had only tried civiche once earlier in the trip and it was pretty bad, but my father wanted to order it again to show me that it was actually pretty good, and that it was! After that we went back to Puerto Viejo to use the internet café once again, and then headed back to Manzanillo to drop Mark off again. We went to the restaurant to try to take on that massive plate of food. Some of the things were a little overcooked, especially the shrimp, but it was still a pretty good feast. Shrimp, lobster, crab, mussels, potatoes, and a bit more, good stuff. After that we talked with a couple of locals, and went home to retire, but decided to go crash in the hammocks across the street.

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Back in Puerto Viejo

We got back to Puerto Viejo and visited the unenthusiastic French woman again, and she showed us the one house which was just the downstairs of a two story house, with not much of a backyard, it smelled funny, and the shower was outside. It was a good option considering what we had seen thus far though. But we decided we weren’t done and went to the other realtor right down the road, and the man there remembered my dad from two years ago, a much nicer greeting. He told us he had a nice two bedroom house for rent, so we drove down the road to check it out. My dad was basically instantly sold. The woman there was very nice, and she said that her and her father had built the house themselves some time ago. It was up on a hill, had an awesome backyard, and the house was pretty great itself. We ran down to the ATM, got out some money, and came back to give it to her to seal the deal. When we came back she was on the phone with somebody else who was trying to rent the house, and she said something along the lines of, “Oh I’m sorry, the house is rented already” and hung up. We then went back towards Manzinillo and dropped off some laundry at a woman’s house that had a sign up to do laundry. We dropped Mark off at home as his stomach had been hurting him all day; he was laying down in the back of the car during most of the trip. We went down the street to the restaurant that had the massive plates of food and celebrated the successful house finding with some Imperals, and we ordered some civiche, which was made with bass, octopus, and probably a couple of other things. I had only tried civiche once earlier in the trip and it was pretty bad, but my father wanted to order it again to show me that it was actually pretty good, and that it was! After that we went back to Puerto Viejo to use the internet café once again, and then headed back to Manzanillo to drop Mark off again. We went to the restaurant to try to take on that massive plate of food. Some of the things were a little overcooked, especially the shrimp, but it was still a pretty good feast. Shrimp, lobster, crab, mussels, potatoes, and a bit more, good stuff. After that we talked with a couple of locals, and went home to retire, but decided to go crash in the hammocks across the street.