When I travel to a new city I usually like to have a day or two to do nothing except walk, so this morning I walked for 6 hours. I wandered downtown bought some sunglasses and tried to find out where to meet my bus to Nosara tomorrow morning. It turns out Google lied! (I know, it’s outrageous and shocking) Google said that all buses to other parts of Costa Rica left from the central bus station in San Jose, called the Coca Cola bus station, which is named for the former bottling plant that the bus station is located in. It turns out their buses don’t go to Nosara… neither did the next station, or the next. It gave me a chance to bust out some serious Spanish as I had to start asking street vendors how to get to the right one. It took about 45 minutes, but I now have my ticket for the bus, which departs at 5:30 tomorrow morning; gross.
After that I wandered more, bought some bread and cheese from the grocery store and some apples from a fruit vendor… the apples were from the states though, I wanted some local fruit…
With my hunger assuaged, eyes protected, bus ticket in hand and slightly exhausted and sweaty I headed back towards my hostel, to a huge park near by. I wandered around and siesta-ed in the shade of a tree. The weather is literally perfect. The air temperature is around 25 Celsius and there is a constant shifting breeze, a welcome change from the minus 30 wind tunnel called Ottawa….
As a photographer I’m a huge fan of juxtaposition, to the left of the field these guys were playing on was a massive soccer stadium. I wasn’t able to frame it in the background and still get the faces while they played so… I took a second photo.
After an hour or so of relaxation and soccer creeping I continued my about-town trek and stumbled on this random piece of Canadiana. While American fast-food chains dominate the main roads of downtown San Jose, the Bank of Nova Scotia somehow managed to get the tallest tower and thus dominates the skyline. Some International Relations/Development theorists would argue that all of this foreign direct investment is a good thing for the country’s development and economy… some.
As I sat down to edit some pictures a new arrival to the hostel came out back for a cigarette. Curious about what I was up to he asked and we struck up a conversation. We sat and talked about nothing really and yet covered every topic from climate differences between Wales and Canada and Costa Rica, plane crashes, previous romances and our limited understanding of Costa Rica. This is one of my favorite parts of backpacking, the interesting people you meet and the stories and experiences they choose to share. Since I was having a conversation I had closed the lid of my laptop, and while we were talking a bird shit on it, they say its good luck if a bird shits on you… I think it was good luck the bird shit after I’d closed the lid.
Today has been a wonderfully relaxing day. I’ve been in touch with Voice of Nosara and they’re ready for my arrival, apparently they’ve adopted a cat, which is awesome. I love cats. Early morning tomorrow and six hours on a bus, but my next post will be from the Voice of Nosara office.