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El Blog de San José #13

domingo, el 10 de enero 2016

La hora loca: 19:21

Free pancakes and pineapple for breakfast, a dirty pool, a garden of painted tires and a heavenly view of the ocean are what I woke up to this morning.  We vacated the hostel and heeded the advice of the guy at the front desk: buy bus tickets to San José before heading to the beach otherwise we’d be stuck in Quepos for a while.  So we made the pilgrimage, bought the bus tickets and were at the beach before 8:30am, just in time for the sun to start getting hot.

Backpackers in the Basement
Backpackers in the Basement
People at Backpackers Must be Tired
People at Backpackers Must be Tired
View from Breakfast
View from Breakfast

Our morning at the beach was characterized by cat calling, rolling waves of stinging salt, horrendous sunburn despite sunscreen and a bunch of rocks.  Surprisingly there weren’t hardly any shells to be found.  Winding away from the ocean was a large stream teeming with fish, tadpoles and birds.  The best part: the alligator warning sign.

It was a lucky thing we bought the bus tickets early.  All bus rides through 8pm were sold out by the time we showed up at the bus station at 2pm.  At 2:30, we were on the road.

Gotta Love the Sombra (Shade)
Gotta Love the Sombra (Shade)
Benvenido a la Playa
Benvenido a la Playa
Writing in the Sand
Writing in the Sand
Manuel Antonio Beach
Manuel Antonio Beach
Lounging Around
Lounging Around
Little Piece of Paradise
Little Piece of Paradise