The rest of our Tamarindo trip went by very fast. We spent about three days walking up and down the streets going into restaurants and shops asking if they were hiring along with some wishful souvenir shopping. We met up with one of Callie's contacts that works at a sushi restaurant there. We were very hopeful when we found out where she worked, but she couldnt help us. Unfortunately, Tamarindo is a very touristy area so we were not able to get jobs because we didnt have papers. Everywhere we went either wasnt hiring or asked for papers. Papers being work visas or visas in general. We met one hyper but cool woman named Kiki that ran a little shop on a corner of the main strip. She was very excited to help us out, to say the least, but she couldnt hire us because she didnt need any more hands. She did offer us a couple of rooms in her house to rent if we did find jobs. Thanks Kiki for the hospitality but we didnt find jobs! After many letdowns, we decided to just enjoy the rest of our time in Tamarindo on the beaches and get to know our hostel roommates. Callie and I reverted back to goofy children everytime we stepped foot in the ocean. Giggles nonstop!! We were gaining our skills at swimming with the waves so fast. Body surfing without boards is so hard! Great exercise, though. On one day, we ventured far down the beach to Langosta, which means lobster in spanish. Didnt see any. Langosta was sssoooooo beautiful. Really rocky but amazing sand. Long stretches of nothing but soft water beaten shells. At one point we were traversing the rocks right as a huge wave crashed against the rocks and soaked us! It was hilarious. Thanks ocean for the presoak. This part of the beach is where all the surfers who want real waves go in Tamarindo. Those waves were very strong!! Once we settled down, Callie and I spotted more beach fronts but we had to swim across the crosspoint where the river met the ocean. It was a little scary because the current there was very strong but so worth it. On the other side, we found tons of beautiful shells which we made huge piles of our favorites. Callie even found a very complete sand dollar. Our piles were so huge that we didnt have enough hands to carry them back across. Our master plan was to swim across, get our water bottles, swim back, and put the shells in the bottles. We failed. The sun was setting and the tide was coming in stronger. We attempted to swim back across but soon realized how weak of swimmers we are. So we dont have our Langosta shells. Booooo!! That actually bothered me a little. I whined about it the whole way back. My shells! On the last few days in Tamarindo, two of our roomies named Justin and Ben got pretty darn burned while surfing. I mean crispy. Ben, being the pale, freckled, red head he is, got it the worst. He definitely had an allergic reaction because his skin on his face started to blister and bubble. Then it started to peel and bleed EW!! So nasty, bleh! he looked like a zombie hahaha! NEVER forgetting that. On our last night, we went out on the town and celebrated. It was a great way to end our Tamarindo trip, even though Callie ended up in the bathroom haha! We didnt take many pictures in Tamarindo. Our technology was constantly dead but we do have some for future posts.
Miranda
Tamagriiingoooo! Shortly after arriving, we looked for employement as Mirda mentioned.With no luck. But that ended up being a blessing since Tama was not what we were looking for. We spent a lot of time with our Hostel room mates going to different beaches and exploring. It was beautiful and a great way to accustom ourselves to the ocean. The waves weren't massive, but big enough to body surf and if you can afford it, learn how to SURF. Which I plan on learning how eventually, after I build up my swimming strength. We knew that we had to move on and find hope. We got tips that futher down the Nicoya Pennensula in Santa Teresa and Mal Pais are touristy, but way out of the way and more likly to hire gringas, such as ourselves. Then came the call from our friends in Galileo that there was a hotel that needed help down that way anyhow. So we made reservations at a hostel and settled in for our last couple of days in Tamarindo. We hung out with our new found friends, explored the beaches. Playa Langosta was just indescibable. Sooooo beautiful. We passed maybe ten people walking to the beach. Just Nature and God and Sea and Wind and ahhhhhhh. Just about got swept out to sea by the current crossing to a beach island. But it was fun. We knew that we were going to be okay, so we were laughing and cracking up at being swept to the sand bar that we knew was there to land on. Suddenly shrill whistles rang in the air. People turned and watched the life gaurd run toward us. Thinking our flailing and cackling meant we were drowning and panicking. So funny. We had a couple more awesome people come through our last night and decided to actually hit the town and see what Tamarindo had to offer. Im not much of a social butterfly and bars aren't my scene. But, the people around me made the night beautiful. Unfortuantly, I did end up on the floor for about on hour. But I did make it to my six foot high bunk bed. And true story, bro. Ben's face was epic. Never have I seen someone lightly touch their skin to have it peel off in inches. Luckly, there was a doctor that stayed one night at the hostel and was available to help them with medical advice. Our next post will be long and only be about one hellacious day. Peace out cub scootz (just say)
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PICTURES!!!
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As you can see by the pictures we posted, Callie and I did get to paint some door panels. That was so much fun! It was definately a test of our abilities since they were very limited on their art supplies. I say we did pretty darn well. The workers and the owner of the hostel really seemed very appreciative of our art. The next day was spent packing and spending our last moments with the employees of the hostel. I miss them! We left the hostel around 2 PM to catch our bus. Our bus ride all the way to Tamarindo only cost 10 USD. Cheap ride, and it was a decent bus at that. The ride was awesome even though it was a 5 and half hour long ride. As we were leaving San Jose, we were passing through the jutting mountain peaks. We tried so hard to take pictures but werent too successful since the bus was wizzing through. As we were nearing the coast, we could feel the butterflies in our stomaches. BEACHESSSS!!!!!!! Callie was pretty nervous towards the end of the ride because we werent too sure where to get off at. Its so funny the situations we get into with the traveling aspect, buses...taxis. We were pressured into a 3USD taxi ride to our hotel. We didnt know it was within walking distance. We assume now that everything is within walking distance, off course with the exception of traveling through multiple cities. Our hostel which was actually a really cheap hotel only cost 15 USD a night. The one thing that made it different from a true hostel was the cleaning lady. Someone came and cleaned everything everyday. This was nice. It was dark when we arrived but we still had to venture to the beach before going to bed. What an amazing thing to feel the sand and the water on my feet! Its been two years since I've been to a beach. At our hostel, we met one of our roommates, Louis. Crazy french guy. He was interesting though. He speaks three languages and works in Ecuador. While we were sitting in the hammock, attempting to email, talking to Louis, we were bombarded by teenage Argentinian boys. Key word..BOYS. We quickly discovered through our own observations and Louis's commentations that they were the South American version of America's guidos. Jersey Shore Argentinian style. We spent most of our time in Tamarindo making fun with those comparisons. We discovered the true dilemma of the entire day when we entered our room. It felt like a sauna! Pure heat and humidity. To top it off, our beds were the top bunks. Please, for our sake, take a moment to imagine what it was like for two 5ish foot girls climbing in a no doubt 6 ft tall bunk. No Bueno! The next day was spent on the beach, catching a burn, letting waves crash over us, spotting huge Iguanas. Even though Tamarindo was an expensive touristy place, we had a blasty blast playing in the waves and collecting beautiful shells. We've been taking pictures on our phones because I'm still waiting on my camera cords to arrive.
I am sorry it has been so long since the last post. The last few places we have stayed have not had a computer readily available to us, and we have been on the move like crazy, which youll learn in future posts. The only laptop, besides the one I am working on now, we had around belonged to afore mentioned Louis and he had a motified french keyboard.So the last two days in San Jose were bitter sweet. We had grown really close to the people that worked there. Had even gotten somewhat of a routine down. We painted door panels so that our mark would forever be a piece of the hostel Galileo. I dont know what they did with it, and I hope it doesn't go unoticed and ends up leaning between more panels and scrap wood in th utility closet. Gathering dust and such. I am just proud of the fact I spit out a full size painting in a day and a half, with oils none the less. And one paint brush split between the two of us. I think we had some travel anxiety slash excitement to release. Sorry, I cannot spell. This computer spellchecks only spanish. The rest of the blog is doomed from here. I heard this would be showed to Middle schoolers, please study spelling and math. SO, our bus was to leave at 330. We were going to leave really early to make sure everything was gravey when we went to the bus terminal. Of course the Infamously Late Grrlz {still working on a catchy name} chilled all day and realized we had to be in the terminal in thirty minutes before the bus left, hadnt bought our tickets yet, and had yet to call a cab. But as with this whole trip God and Fate and Good Energy and Karma International Bank was with us. We got on our bus and started on the next leg. It wasnt an awful ride, very comfortable bus. We got off in the middle of Tamarindo and my heart had stopped. Surley this over developed, condo, night club ridden paradise was not the Tamarindo *Tamagringo I visited eight years ago. But alas it was. At first I was happy to see a special spot be available to others as it was to me. But just looking around I knew before anyone had told me what happened. A rich man for the States had started buying cheap land from the native Ticos. He then turned around and started lotting off plots and buying and selling and trading the land. Buildings went up catering to the creame de la creame of vacationers and hostels off the main stretch for the cheap bastards like myself. They then turned around and hired the local people for about 3 to 5 dollars a day. 'MERICA! Our first night was surreal. Our hostel was a hub for Argentian and Chilian kids on holiday. Exact same atmosphere as Panama City Beach. Frat Hostel. Not my scene. But what can you do? I just paid 15 USD a night on the beach. Can't complain. lol. We were chillin on the hammock taking it all in and met our first dorm mate. He name is Louis from France with a very French attitude. His and Miranda's sparring of sarcastic blades helped put a balm on the MILLONS of mosquito bites received. Ohhh god. It was awful. I am too miserable to keep count anymore, but I was definatly up to thirty on each leg at last tally. We looked for work, but it was half hearted. This wasn't the scene we wanted to cater to. Plus everywhere wanted papers. jajajaja. But in Tamarindo we made fast friends with almost everyone in our bunk. Plus we were all in our early twenties and gringos. The beach was just so exciting to beeeee there. Shells and happy and water and the SUNNNNNN. The blazing fierce equitorial SUN. Whose main goal is to SMITE ALL FLESH. But only at high noon when there are no shadows, so no one can hide. We didn't learn of this war until it was too late. And after two and a half hours of being on the beach we were ready to go back to the hostel.
More pictures coming soon.
I am sorry it has been so long since the last post. The last few places we have stayed have not had a computer readily available to us, and we have been on the move like crazy, which youll learn in future posts. The only laptop, besides the one I am working on now, we had around belonged to afore mentioned Louis and he had a motified french keyboard.So the last two days in San Jose were bitter sweet. We had grown really close to the people that worked there. Had even gotten somewhat of a routine down. We painted door panels so that our mark would forever be a piece of the hostel Galileo. I dont know what they did with it, and I hope it doesn't go unoticed and ends up leaning between more panels and scrap wood in th utility closet. Gathering dust and such. I am just proud of the fact I spit out a full size painting in a day and a half, with oils none the less. And one paint brush split between the two of us. I think we had some travel anxiety slash excitement to release. Sorry, I cannot spell. This computer spellchecks only spanish. The rest of the blog is doomed from here. I heard this would be showed to Middle schoolers, please study spelling and math. SO, our bus was to leave at 330. We were going to leave really early to make sure everything was gravey when we went to the bus terminal. Of course the Infamously Late Grrlz {still working on a catchy name} chilled all day and realized we had to be in the terminal in thirty minutes before the bus left, hadnt bought our tickets yet, and had yet to call a cab. But as with this whole trip God and Fate and Good Energy and Karma International Bank was with us. We got on our bus and started on the next leg. It wasnt an awful ride, very comfortable bus. We got off in the middle of Tamarindo and my heart had stopped. Surley this over developed, condo, night club ridden paradise was not the Tamarindo *Tamagringo I visited eight years ago. But alas it was. At first I was happy to see a special spot be available to others as it was to me. But just looking around I knew before anyone had told me what happened. A rich man for the States had started buying cheap land from the native Ticos. He then turned around and started lotting off plots and buying and selling and trading the land. Buildings went up catering to the creame de la creame of vacationers and hostels off the main stretch for the cheap bastards like myself. They then turned around and hired the local people for about 3 to 5 dollars a day. 'MERICA! Our first night was surreal. Our hostel was a hub for Argentian and Chilian kids on holiday. Exact same atmosphere as Panama City Beach. Frat Hostel. Not my scene. But what can you do? I just paid 15 USD a night on the beach. Can't complain. lol. We were chillin on the hammock taking it all in and met our first dorm mate. He name is Louis from France with a very French attitude. His and Miranda's sparring of sarcastic blades helped put a balm on the MILLONS of mosquito bites received. Ohhh god. It was awful. I am too miserable to keep count anymore, but I was definatly up to thirty on each leg at last tally. We looked for work, but it was half hearted. This wasn't the scene we wanted to cater to. Plus everywhere wanted papers. jajajaja. But in Tamarindo we made fast friends with almost everyone in our bunk. Plus we were all in our early twenties and gringos. The beach was just so exciting to beeeee there. Shells and happy and water and the SUNNNNNN. The blazing fierce equitorial SUN. Whose main goal is to SMITE ALL FLESH. But only at high noon when there are no shadows, so no one can hide. We didn't learn of this war until it was too late. And after two and a half hours of being on the beach we were ready to go back to the hostel.
More pictures coming soon.
Wednesday, January 9, 2013
PICTURES!!!
PICTURES!!!!
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