Relax and go home
06/16/2010 - 06/18/2010 80 °F
I packed up and headed for the ferry to San Jorge from Ometepe in the morning. Grabbed another cab from San Jorge over to Rivas and then a bus headed for San Juan Del Sur. I was told the bus for San Juan Del Sur didn’t leave for forty-five minutes but then five minutes later I was shown a bus that was leaving immediately. I never know what the hell is going on at these Nicaraguan bus stations. The bus I wound up on took the slow rural route instead of the highway. The back of the bus looked like a grocery truck, stuffed full of bags of rice and everybody’s grocery bags. We stopped often to let off some lady and a hundred pounds of food. Sometimes we’d stop in front of a house, someone would throw a bag of rice off the bus, and then we’d head off down the road again. It was a fun ride watching all that going on. I was the only one left on the bus by the time we got to San Juan Del Sur.
I found a non-descript hostel called Beach Fun House 28 or something like that for eight bucks a night. Then I found a cool beach bar called The Pier and sat down for a couple of cold ones. The Pier was my hangout for the few days I was in San Juan Del Sur. I met a bunch of fun people there during Reggae Night and they were showing World Cup games there on big screen TVs. I didn’t do much of anything besides hang out at the beach, walk around town and watch soccer for the next few days. I didn’t feel very explorey. After the USA vs. Algeria game (rip-off) I hopped a bus with the intent of making it back to Quepos in one day. It took me twelve hours, five busses, one cab, two detours, and four security checks to get back to Quepos but it was worth it. It always feels good come back to my little home away from home. I scoured the town looking for any of my friends that might have been out and about. No luck. It was Friday night. I had about ten more days in Costa Rica before I returned to the United States. Ten more days to hang out with my friends in Quepos.