Flying Solo

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Rain in the distance over the Pacific
So that was it I was back to travelling solo for my final week.

I got up early and walked to the nearest bank to try and get some cash out, it didn't work! Puzzeled I walked back to the hotel and had breakfast, it was then I realised my mistake, I'd got my pin number wrong. So walking back to the same bank i tried again and was successful!
Back to the hotel again, I jumped in to one of San Jose's red taxis and crossed the city to the Coca Cola bus terminal for my journey to Quepos and finally my hostel on the road from Quepos to Manual Antonio.

The bus journey passed quite uneventfully, we stopped once for a comfort break. The scenerary was pretty stunning, winding our way through the lush forests hanging on to the sides of the mountains and then down to the Pacific basin, with its endless palm trees.

We arrived in Quepos, about 3 hours 45 mins later. I jumped out the coach, collected up my bags and found a taxi to take me the final part of the journey up to my hostel; Vista Serena. The taxi ride was very short, up the quite steep and twisting road that threads its way between Quepos & Manual Antonio. I knew there was a public bus that made this journey, but as I didn't know where to get off I thought that the taxi would be a better idea.

Got to Vista Serena, and was instantly impressed by the view out across the hills to the Pacific Ocean. Walked into the hostel and saw hammocks all strung up on the veranda, this looked like a really nice place. I checked in to the dorm; was sharing with 3 Canadian girls for that night.

Having sorted my bags out I explored the hostel, plonked myself in a hammock and reflected on my last few weeks of travelling with the group.
I felt a little low today; I guess it was getting used to not being with everyone, and knowing I probably wouldn't see the majority of them ever again. I stared out across the ocean, gently rocking in the hammock and mentally gave myself a dressing down; here I was in beautiful Costa Rica, basking in the warmth of the sunshine ... what did I have to be sad about. Having got my head together, I read for the rest of the afternoon and planned the rest of my days in Manual Antonio.

Around 17.00 most of the occupants of the hostel had assembled on the veranada where we all sat watching another perfect sunset.
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