It's all but over now
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Right lets try this again. Ive just spent about half an hour typing up the last week of my holiday to lose it in an unexplained computer error. Damn it was a good blog too.
Right, last I wrote was from Jaco when we had just arrived, that night we met some crazy people. There was Genevieve, the unbalanced French teenager who threw a hissy fit when I accidentally spilt a few drops of beer on her and tried to spray me with hers, Fernando, this horribly cheesy guy who liked everyone to know that he was into snowboarding and tried to get everyone to play a game of 'guess what my job is'. What a tool. The best person we met was Derek (or Poor Derek as he became known when Clairine decided she had had her fun with him and wanted to go dancing with Tico's on a later date) That night proved again that the best fun was to be had before going out at the hostel (well, actually the best fun was in the swimming pool in the early hours
Next day we headed for Quepos where we met Paul who became Poor Paul after his relentless advances on Clairine were relentlessly rejected. I was sharing a room with him and had to listen through waves of boredom and fatigue about how he doesn´t understand women and how this always happens to him that he meets girls and he thinks they are interested and never gets anywhere. Poor Paul. Yeah right poor me!! All I could hear through the wall was the girls laughing and clearly having a much better time than me. Next day we were wandering round the town and went into an art shop. Oscar the artist took a bit of a shine to Anna and Clairine and invited us out that night. Or rather I got the impression he was inviting Anna and Clairine out and I was tagging along. So anyway we bumped into Poor Derek again in the street. He seemed pretty made up to meet Clairine again and I (failing to pick up on her lack of interest) invited him out with us that night. He was staying in a hotel in Manuel Antonio which is the beach suburb of Quepos.
Next day we took a bus from Quepos to
Next day we jumped on the early bus to Puero Viejo de Talamanca, my first taste of the Carribean. It was a sweet place, so chilled out and it just looks like I had imagined the Carribean would. We checked into Rocking J's, the coolest hostel Ive ever been in. It was mostly tents and hammocks with a few shitty rooms as well. We opted for the tents although I moved to a hammock at 6am when the sun cam up and turned my tent into an oven. That afternoon we went for a walk along the beach and bumped into a guy who prepared a fresh coconut for us. It was the highlight of the day for me, it tasted soo good. We met some great people at that hostel, Dave from somewhere in
Next day was my last proper day of holiday so we hired some bikes and took about a 6km ride out of town to Playa Uva, probably the most beautiful beach Ive been on. The surf looked pretty tame so we went in for a swim but it actually was pretty rough. I suffered a twisted shoulder and a near death experience when the wave I was riding threw me over the top, slammed me onto the bottom and held me there for what felt like ages. I emerged coughing and spluttering clutching my shoulder and shaking. Pretty scary. We headed back to the hostel in what we thought was plenty of time for me to catch the 4pm bus but we weren't accounting for Tico time (Ticos have a laidback attitude towards time, appointments and general pace of life. It took an hour and a half to get a toasted sandwich and an ice cream which left me only 10 minutes to get to the bus when I got back to the hostel. So we said some very rushed goodbyes which was not what I wanted at all. It totally knocked me for 6 saying goodbye to the girls especially Anna. We had got really close over the last 3 weeks and I hate goodbyes anyway but this one was the worst. It officially marked the end of my holiday, I got back to
Ok, now its time for the last piece of business of the holiday, tacky souvenir shopping!!!!!