Showing posts with label manuel antonio. Show all posts
Showing posts with label manuel antonio. Show all posts
Saturday, January 10, 2009
Friday, January 9, 2009
The End Days
(wow i went totally spy code there but here's the corrected version...
Found a computer that types both the "O" and "L" but messes up everything else and thought I'd chat you. Yesterday i got up early around 6... didn't even tell you that I woke up at 3 the other night and stepped in a big puddle of water, thought it could be something leaking, like the fridge defrosting, but sloshed through the lake to turn off the roaring load a/c and then went back to bed. Who knew the water would keep running until it flooded half the room! But I digress.
With time on my hands I journeyed by myself to Quepos on the immortal search for a hammock. Leaving Cath curled up in bed, shaking her head at my admittedly ridiculous quest. But travel like this, I decided, Is full of such self-directed assigning. Which either leads to feelings of success and heady intrepidness, or slumped over on a curb, and mumbling at yourself while clutching a map and your last Quetzal. And after peering through many closed shops and finding breakfast, sitting by the bay, circling the town like a shark and eventually checking my email; and almost sweating to death..., the kind of heat where you feel the sweat pooling and trickling down your back, to find some cold refreshing bubbly water, a few more breaks, was thwarted at everyshop I hoped was "thee" shop, and finally finally finally found a hammock to buy, buy asking, do you have any more? yes? Glorious! (insert chorus of angels). Sure now I have to figure out how to hang it, but whatever. It's beautifully colored and hopefully perfect.
So I poured myself back onto a bus that took me up up up into the hills, and then I mustered the strength to climb the vertical hill and the 10flights of stairs to the romm, where cath and isaac had returned from a swim (jealous), readying themselves for departure.
We were after lunch at the "Anaconda" again thrown into confusion at the incomprehension of being put on seperate simultaneously arriving shuttles. And as per my recent luck it took 5 1/2 hours toping my previous record of 5 to get to San Jose... As we waited for someone to not show up, picked up two really enthusiastic English people who kept tittering and using the words, oh my, dearie and, rightright. and a talker, who talked, talked talked. We then brokedown by the side of the road 10min outside of the town we just left, and waited to switch vehicles. At this point I laughed outright, refused to be dismayed, and kept a ready supply of protein at my side and offered everyone rum if we were there for much longer. I was proud of myself . Though when cath came out to hug me there was some eyerolling and mumbling.
Todays departure didn't quite hit me, that I was actually leaving somewhere going somewhere completely different until we were in the air, and I thought, this is it huh, this is over? Cath left me a lovely note and I took my taxi, wearing the new ring she gave me to replace the one I lost because she's fabulous like that. and off I went, easy as pie. I fished my phone out of my pack as we had to recheck it once we through customs, confronting the officer who said, what is "no. ho", and I refusing to explain that it was an abbreviationm. And I find, generally I get drilled by these guys and am ultimately confused by their questioning. What do you study? me:what?Well you said you did research. me: Oh! I research for a show. Then he says, What?! And its like 20 questions.
I was partly dismayed to only have 3 missed calls. Though convinient. One hangup, another misdial, and an ominous message from my boss. And true to my gut the minute I left work on that random Tuesday, I somehow knew that whatever it was, was over. But still you don't really quite believe, you think you're exaggerating and being paranoid. But I became in one quick blow, a victim of budget cuts, downsizing, and ultimately efficiency, of people getting rid of my redundant ass. And it totally sucks and it was no fun for the boss boss to tell me as I sat in the Dallas airport going, wow, it really happened and it totally still sucks. I had grown to love them and he said it was nothing I did but they couldn't afford me. And bonus I get a couple weeks severence...
And even as I wandered around the Dallas airport for the next 3 hours, looking for salsa and a cowboy hat to buy I kept telling myself, you knew this one was coming, as I'd even saved $ for my bills through January. I guess its weird to have spent a month journeying, thinking then that I was coming back to a life that I'd grown to like, a routine I guess, a settled happy feeling, only to find myself thrust out into a malliable space again. As if whatever road I was on just opened up and changed course. Like oh you thought THIS adventure, this newly flexed intrepidness was over?! Oh contraire! Let's see how much you learned!
Ready?
Found a computer that types both the "O" and "L" but messes up everything else and thought I'd chat you. Yesterday i got up early around 6... didn't even tell you that I woke up at 3 the other night and stepped in a big puddle of water, thought it could be something leaking, like the fridge defrosting, but sloshed through the lake to turn off the roaring load a/c and then went back to bed. Who knew the water would keep running until it flooded half the room! But I digress.
With time on my hands I journeyed by myself to Quepos on the immortal search for a hammock. Leaving Cath curled up in bed, shaking her head at my admittedly ridiculous quest. But travel like this, I decided, Is full of such self-directed assigning. Which either leads to feelings of success and heady intrepidness, or slumped over on a curb, and mumbling at yourself while clutching a map and your last Quetzal. And after peering through many closed shops and finding breakfast, sitting by the bay, circling the town like a shark and eventually checking my email; and almost sweating to death..., the kind of heat where you feel the sweat pooling and trickling down your back, to find some cold refreshing bubbly water, a few more breaks, was thwarted at everyshop I hoped was "thee" shop, and finally finally finally found a hammock to buy, buy asking, do you have any more? yes? Glorious! (insert chorus of angels). Sure now I have to figure out how to hang it, but whatever. It's beautifully colored and hopefully perfect.
So I poured myself back onto a bus that took me up up up into the hills, and then I mustered the strength to climb the vertical hill and the 10flights of stairs to the romm, where cath and isaac had returned from a swim (jealous), readying themselves for departure.
We were after lunch at the "Anaconda" again thrown into confusion at the incomprehension of being put on seperate simultaneously arriving shuttles. And as per my recent luck it took 5 1/2 hours toping my previous record of 5 to get to San Jose... As we waited for someone to not show up, picked up two really enthusiastic English people who kept tittering and using the words, oh my, dearie and, rightright. and a talker, who talked, talked talked. We then brokedown by the side of the road 10min outside of the town we just left, and waited to switch vehicles. At this point I laughed outright, refused to be dismayed, and kept a ready supply of protein at my side and offered everyone rum if we were there for much longer. I was proud of myself . Though when cath came out to hug me there was some eyerolling and mumbling.
Todays departure didn't quite hit me, that I was actually leaving somewhere going somewhere completely different until we were in the air, and I thought, this is it huh, this is over? Cath left me a lovely note and I took my taxi, wearing the new ring she gave me to replace the one I lost because she's fabulous like that. and off I went, easy as pie. I fished my phone out of my pack as we had to recheck it once we through customs, confronting the officer who said, what is "no. ho", and I refusing to explain that it was an abbreviationm. And I find, generally I get drilled by these guys and am ultimately confused by their questioning. What do you study? me:what?Well you said you did research. me: Oh! I research for a show. Then he says, What?! And its like 20 questions.
I was partly dismayed to only have 3 missed calls. Though convinient. One hangup, another misdial, and an ominous message from my boss. And true to my gut the minute I left work on that random Tuesday, I somehow knew that whatever it was, was over. But still you don't really quite believe, you think you're exaggerating and being paranoid. But I became in one quick blow, a victim of budget cuts, downsizing, and ultimately efficiency, of people getting rid of my redundant ass. And it totally sucks and it was no fun for the boss boss to tell me as I sat in the Dallas airport going, wow, it really happened and it totally still sucks. I had grown to love them and he said it was nothing I did but they couldn't afford me. And bonus I get a couple weeks severence...
And even as I wandered around the Dallas airport for the next 3 hours, looking for salsa and a cowboy hat to buy I kept telling myself, you knew this one was coming, as I'd even saved $ for my bills through January. I guess its weird to have spent a month journeying, thinking then that I was coming back to a life that I'd grown to like, a routine I guess, a settled happy feeling, only to find myself thrust out into a malliable space again. As if whatever road I was on just opened up and changed course. Like oh you thought THIS adventure, this newly flexed intrepidness was over?! Oh contraire! Let's see how much you learned!
Ready?
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
Liquid Stuff
I'm watching liquid stuff pour from that blue thing up there. It's coming down pretty fast and there's a bird outside our window that keeps singing. Earlier there was an Iguana named Taco that was staring at us while we were swimming today and I'm killing time before dinner as we decided not to go into town today.
This is probably my last post until I reach, hopefully freerer, a less schiester like place, hopefully tomorrow night... it's like yes stick me in the middle of nowhere and trap me here and make me pay foreverythinginexpensive slightly exaggerated ways. It's a prison of my own making but whatever. And i really hate hills right now and it's a workout of like 8-10 flights up just to make it back to our room everytime i want a meal or whatever... But anyway, we made it to Manuel Antonio... But we got stuck on different shuttles. I kept trying to think if it were worth it for $40 to be alone and have it take 5 hours to get here instead of 4...which it did. I'm still out on that one as it seemed to be my most cranky travel day yet, the dreaded motion ills aside of previous posts. I guess my patience is finally at an end? My calm and carefree travel demeanour. We did cleanse our pallet with a trip to the Butterfly farm which was small, and really... come on, a better giftshop is in order but I liked learning about them and their export business and then we saw some rodent creature, crocodiles, camins and some spider monkeys jumping around in a bamboo grove on the way back to the hotel.
It is beautiful on the mountain with pools and pretty good food. And we three do operate at a mellow ease of what we want to do and when to do it. This morning we walked down to the park entrance and saw 4 or so sloths, one with babe, and the more i watch them the more i think they are incredibly cool. Along with the howler monkeys who just stared at us lazily. And a sparkly large blue butterfly coming at us down the path. We made it to an alcove, bay... and could not resist going in. I with out a swimsuit waded into the warm tourquoise waters anyway but was remorseful after the sand would not leave me, exfoliant though it might be... the racoons were entertaining if not perilously assertive... and we trudged back and found a cool haven of a taxi to take us to this bar, restaurant that has an actual plane from the iran/contra affair sitting there. Thats as far as history extends into CostaRica. or at least on this side of paradise. Otherwise really it's all about the beaches and the jungle and nothing else.
Tomorrow night more (possibly) reflections on resort living and I will eventually when you, the 3 or 4 of you reading this, have lost complete interest I will blog about my travel companions. And upload more pictures.
Adios mi amigos.
This is probably my last post until I reach, hopefully freerer, a less schiester like place, hopefully tomorrow night... it's like yes stick me in the middle of nowhere and trap me here and make me pay foreverythinginexpensive slightly exaggerated ways. It's a prison of my own making but whatever. And i really hate hills right now and it's a workout of like 8-10 flights up just to make it back to our room everytime i want a meal or whatever... But anyway, we made it to Manuel Antonio... But we got stuck on different shuttles. I kept trying to think if it were worth it for $40 to be alone and have it take 5 hours to get here instead of 4...which it did. I'm still out on that one as it seemed to be my most cranky travel day yet, the dreaded motion ills aside of previous posts. I guess my patience is finally at an end? My calm and carefree travel demeanour. We did cleanse our pallet with a trip to the Butterfly farm which was small, and really... come on, a better giftshop is in order but I liked learning about them and their export business and then we saw some rodent creature, crocodiles, camins and some spider monkeys jumping around in a bamboo grove on the way back to the hotel.
It is beautiful on the mountain with pools and pretty good food. And we three do operate at a mellow ease of what we want to do and when to do it. This morning we walked down to the park entrance and saw 4 or so sloths, one with babe, and the more i watch them the more i think they are incredibly cool. Along with the howler monkeys who just stared at us lazily. And a sparkly large blue butterfly coming at us down the path. We made it to an alcove, bay... and could not resist going in. I with out a swimsuit waded into the warm tourquoise waters anyway but was remorseful after the sand would not leave me, exfoliant though it might be... the racoons were entertaining if not perilously assertive... and we trudged back and found a cool haven of a taxi to take us to this bar, restaurant that has an actual plane from the iran/contra affair sitting there. Thats as far as history extends into CostaRica. or at least on this side of paradise. Otherwise really it's all about the beaches and the jungle and nothing else.
Tomorrow night more (possibly) reflections on resort living and I will eventually when you, the 3 or 4 of you reading this, have lost complete interest I will blog about my travel companions. And upload more pictures.
Adios mi amigos.
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