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Tuesday, January 24, 2017

Playa Negra / Puerto Viejo de Talamanca (Costa Rica) - Black sand


Playa Negra / Puerto Viejo de Talamanca (Costa Rica)

24 January - 27 January 2017

Located in the Limon province on the shores of the Caribbean Sea, Playa Negra and its associate town, Puerto Viejo de Talamanca, is very much a laid back, sleepy type of world that attracts people of the same vibe. I often find it amusing that observations of slow moving, sleepy towns are that the people there are of the same elk. Newsflash sports fans, the ‘town’ is really a collective name for a group of people that have gathered in the same spot. If the town has a vibe it's likely to be attributable to the nature of the people that have made that corner of the world home.

A 4 hour bus ride south-east out of San Jose, and thankfully, a world away from the mundane city that masquerades as a Central American capital, the shoreline of Playa Negra lives up to its expectation. Black volcanic sand acquaints itself with the Caribbean sea, its colour all to do of course with run-off from close by volcanic areas.


Near Puerto Viejo - Costa Rica

Near Puerto Viejo - Costa Rica

Near Puerto Viejo - Costa Rica

Moving further down the coastline from Puerto Viejo there are some extremely pleasant stretches of sand and accompanying beaches that bask brilliantly in the Caribbean sunshine. Surrounded by rich, tropical, jungle vegetation and palm trees swaying the breeze. There's a distinct sense of ownership that you encounter in that there's no crowds, meaning no designated flag areas where 500 people swim in a space of 50mtrs2, and also meaning you can carve out a piece of paradise for the afternoon ever so freely – this is just an easy lifestyle.There's no real infrastructure either, no big marinas, no burgeoning waterside developments and no ‘high streets’.Here you just have beach shacks, basic accommodation and a cool breeze that's ever supportive of whatever it is that you want to do.

Of course, like anywhere, the more people discover a place and the more popular it becomes then the more people find out, inhabit and commercialise. South of Puerto Viejo there are 'secluded' spa retreats, wellness centres, yoga sanctuaries, pottery classes for vegans & kimchi making classes for pottery experts (I would imagine). All that boho, tripitaka stuff finds its home on shores of golden sands and the warm waters of the Caribbean Sea. For the moment the mix is nice enough to allow this place to still be away from all that is 'known', without having it overwhelmed and inundated. That's for now of course, 10 years time it will be a very different story.


Near Puerto Viejo - Costa Rica

Puerto Viejo de Talamanca - Costa Rica

Australia Day 'Sangas - Puerto Viejo de Talamanca - Costa Rica

Playa Negra - Costa Rica

Waiting for the van to take us into Panama


Formerly a fishing village, Puerto Viejo is morphing somewhat to cater for a cashed up clientele who are making their way down to new found surfing breaks. Bars, restaurants and discos fill most of the streets of this small town, and in fact, Inga and I celebrated Australia Day in place called Outback Jack’s. An Australian owned jointed that gave away free sausage sandwiches on Oz Day but couldn’t cobble together any form of cocktail if they tried. It was almost as if they had taken an anti-cocktail making course, or at the very least, spent too much time in the bars of Uyuni, Bolivia.

Our time in Puerto Viejo was nice, and when I say that, I mean in that calm and relaxed way. There was nothing extravagant down here but I guess that was exactly the point. If you’re looking for a tropical hideaway that doesn’t have all the bells and whistles of a typical beach resort town, then this is your flavour of biscuit. You could unfurl your hammock, light yourself a beach side camp fire and live on the breeze for weeks quite easily, and what's more, there wouldn't be a soul that would hassle you.

Sunday, January 22, 2017

San Jose (Costa Rica) - Do you know how to get there?



San Jose (Costa Rica)                           
22 January – 24 January 2017

Exiting the terminal in San Jose I desperately wanted to ask someone, ‘Sabes como llegar a San Jose’, which is roughly translates to asking someone whether they know the way to San Jose. Our opportunity did come soon enough when we really did need to find the local bus that went downtown. The meaning, or rather the relation of the question probably would have been lost on them in the sense that the song, ‘Do you know the way to San Jose’, was about busting out of Los Angeles rather than trying to find your way out of a Costa Rican airport.


This will take you to San Jose - the bus driver must know the way, right?
San Jose - Costa Rica

Staying the course with our budget busting holiday we jumped a public bus from the airport and made the assumption that whichever one we took it was eventually tracking to city centre, which in fact it was, just that we exited a couple of kilometres too early subjecting us to an extended walk across town in order to get to our hostel.


Down town San Jose - Costa Rica

San Jose - Costa Rica

San Jose - Costa Rica

San Jose - Costa Rica

In all honesty  we found San Jose to be unremarkable. Fairly ordinary concrete structures, honking traffic, nothing outstanding nor noteworthy. San Jose, aka, ‘Chepe’ is not even a vanilla capital, it’s the lighter side of beige. The only place where we found some respite from the run of the mill was within Barrio Escalante, an area known as the gastronomic centre of town. At least here you could wonder in and out of several fairly cool establishments without journeying too far and without acquiring that innate level of boredom where you look at a city and just think, ‘so what’.


Some of the coolest looking cash around - Costa Rican colon

Down town San Jose - Costa Rica

Cars side by side with good 'ole fashioned rail - San Jose - Costa Rica

Unfortunate as it is, San Jose is the capital of the mediocre but far from being representative of the entire country  - thank goodness for that. I understand that like many places, digging deeper, getting to know the people, making real connections would probably light the way to fascination but that's the oeuvre of modern day travel. It's identification by Instagram, your bite sized one stop shop of satisfaction that necessitates a highlight for both validity and depth. San Jose, we just didn't have the time for you. Apologies on our part, but really, you need to get yourself some game!

Saturday, January 21, 2017

Los Angeles (USA) - An LA torrent



Los Angeles (USA)          
21 Jan – 22 Jan 2017

Back at the now entrenched Banana Motel on Hollywood Boulevard we were on the verge of making it to Central America, 'for real'.

Los Angeles had acted as our forward position, our rally point prior to making our final assault, but, we still had one more thing to do before we drew a line through Los Angeles and ticked the ‘completed’ box, Disneyland.


Disneyland - Anaheim - Los Angeles - USA


Disneyland - Anaheim - Los Angeles - USA


Disneyland - Anaheim - Los Angeles - USA


Disneyland - Anaheim - Los Angeles - USA


Disneyland - Anaheim - Los Angeles - USA


We’d purchased tickets for 22 JAN which just so happened to coincide with a torrential downpour that persisted for most of the day.

Disneyland is one of the global epicentres of laughter and joy but even it has a breaking point on days like these. For as much as you do to wish the rain away, for as much you have the  desire is to banish the cold from your mind and think thoughts of pure starlight, rainbows and jelly beans, wild weather...it just knows how to defeat that attitude.


Disneyland - Anaheim - Los Angeles - USA


See no EVIL?

Disneyland - Anaheim - Los Angeles - USA


Disneyland - Anaheim - Los Angeles - USA


I love this photo - we're in the second row and the speed at which the roller coaster was going just made you feel like you copping small bullets of water to the face!


This is even better, the rain was brutal...but we were actually laughing hysterically in this shot

Inga and I made a spirited attempt but the park just couldn’t handle its dose of water. Rides closed, sections remained deserted, it was like walking through the town of Pripyat, that Soviet town that sidled up to the Chernobyl nuclear reactor.


Disneyland - Anaheim - Los Angeles - USA


Disneyland - Anaheim - Los Angeles - USA


Disneyland - Anaheim - Los Angeles - USA



The Walk of Fame with Mark Wahlberg

Hollywood Boulevard - Hollywood - Los Angeles - USA


Eerie and desperately vacant we left the park with the heaters in our car busting out as much warmth as it could muster to compensate for the insolent behaviour of the weather and our stubborn yearning to make things right.


Trying to be 'ard - just like Marky Mark use to be!

Hollywood Boulevard - Hollywood - Los Angeles - USA


We’ll be back Disneyland, and next time we’ll be bringing an Aiden Robert Elisher  with us!