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.
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.
