This post is from June 20-22. Many apologies for the extreme delay :/.
Sit back, relax, enjoy a cup of coffee, and hope my memory is able to recount all the details.
6 weeks has come and gone faster than I would have ever imagined. Come Saturday, almost all of the close friends I have made this summer would be leaving to go back to the US. While there are of course other people for me to hang out with, its unreal that I still have 6 weeks without a lot of my original best friends.
Friday night we said goodbye to everyone at Rumba. This time it was a lot more fun. We all were dancing with different ticos and ticas and laughing the night away.
On Saturday morning, my roommates and I woke up to go on Cafe Britt’s Coffee Tour. For anyone who enjoys coffee, I highly suggest this tour. It takes you through their coffee garden, gives history of coffee, and takes you through the plantation and production process. It was very informative, funny, and enjoyable. I am now on my way to be a coffee expert. For instance, if the coffee is too hot, it’s been burned. After the tour we got to taste test all the coffee and chocolate products. It was like being in heaven. In addition, the actual grounds of Cafe Britt were very pretty and after getting out favorite iced coffee we went to eat lunch at the picnic tables.The town that Cafe Britt is located in, was supposed to be a really cool colonial town so we went to explore after the tour…but didn’t find such luck.
Nevertheless, there are a few things we saw.
1. This really creepy mural
2. Heads on sticks at the street corners
3. A room filled with heads
4. Heads so large they could fit only on mythological creatures. Turns out Barva is the town of heads.
My roommates and I had been craving a hike with a great view, so on Sunday we traveled to Braulio Carrillo National Park . After assuring we had the correct directions were on our way, packed with lunches and rain gear. After a very long, but easy bus ride, we made it to the park entrance. After paying an entrance fee and receiving a map, we thought we were set to go. Even though the map is very well labeled, it didn’t seem like we were going to be able to find the different entrances, so we just started walking on the path closest to us.
Naturally, being who I am, I was avidly trying to climb on and up and thing that looked durable. A few times parts of the rain forest would come down with me. And other times I was rather successful.
About 30 minutes after we had started the hike, we landed back into the main entrance and where we had started. Turns out we had just been on a very short horse shoe hike. However, we were not discouraged yet. The day was still young and we had already seen a very cool ecosystem (minus animals). So we took round two at examining the map, looked for someone who worked there and then finally saw another group of students coming from a trail (?) across the street, and a little later saw another woman enter through a wooden fence for that same trail (?). We all thought, why not. As we got closer to the fence, we saw a trail name and recognized it as one of the ones on our map.
We started off extremely pumped and confused as always to where we were, besides the obvious fact: a rainforest. We continued a long and quickly made it to a view of the Rio Sucio (or the dirty river).
Next stop: a flowing river which we had to take our shoes off in order to cross. After walking a bit further, we found ourselves making a decision between walking back or continuing on to another trail.We figured we hadn’t walked too much yet and we came all this way to hike, so we might as well. An hour and a half later, covered in mud, rainforest attached to every part of our bodies, soaking wet from the rain, extremely hungry we made it of the loop and proceeded to walk back to the start of the first trail.
When we finally made it there were a few other people waiting for the bus to San Jose. They said 2 busses had already passed them without stopping. Therefore, we got out our lunch, sat on the side of the road, and waited for the bus. Naturally, being in Costa Rica means being overly crowded, so we had to sit on the stairs of a double-decker bus with tons of people staring at us because we looked terrible…great end to the day.
But seriously ask me about this hike – too many great stories.
Peace out Braulio Carrillo National Park.