Trip to the other side of the world returns



Costa Rica paints the most striking picture with paradise like nature parks compensated, actually over compensated by poverty ridden cities, where people literally hide behind fences. Every building, store, house is protected by a fence with crushed glass on top, barbwire, electrified fence or sometimes all of the above. I haven’t seen any tar pits or moats with crocodiles, but then again I didn’t venture myself beyond the gates.
Our guide tried to reassure us that the architecture was part of the local culture, but walking the streets of San Jose made crossing Ferentari at night (those who don’t know this part of Bucharest should try it) like kids play. Is that kind of watch your back sensation that you get from the first day and follows your everywhere there is people around.

Breaking into the vault of the FED must have been less troublesome than the procedure we had to go through when we decided to go inside an electronics store to ask for a memory card adaptor. First, we had to wait for somebody to unlock the door which happened after 1 minute or so of close scrutiny through the glass window. One of the three guys let me in after probably deciding we were not a threat and asked me to state my business. In the meantime his two other friends were watching tense, prepared to jump in case I would have decided to attack them with my sandals or dirty kleenex cause that was my most dangerous weapon at the time. When they realized they didn’t have the stuff we wanted they hastily showed us the door and quickly locked it behind to make sure we don’t come back for more questions. This, by the way was happening midday in a store situated in a populated neighborhood that had DVDs as most valuable merchandise. 

To clear all doubts on safety, one of the maids decided to steal a 100 euro bill from our hotel room. We were ready to book it as impairment when the money was returned to us by the hotel manager. Turns out that there is only one bank in whole Costa Rica which exchanges 100 euro bills and fortunately for us keeps records of its customers. Clearly, that was not one of her best days.


Apart from that the capital looks very colorful and alive. Markets and streets are busy with shoppers, people playing games or door less Mercedes busses made probably before Karl Benz decided to join the show.
Long reach of US is making its presence felt though the ATMs where you can get local coin (weird looking banknotes with animal imprints) or American dollars, name of hotels or the proud speech the waiter gave us at a touristy terrace in the middle of the capital where JFK himself apparently had a beer of two.
Coffee tastes like nothing you have ever tasted before, thing is you cannot get more than 5 kilos out of the country so we made sure we drank as much as we could during our stay. With fruits is the same story, pineapple is amazing not only through taste, but also to my surprise I found out that it grows below ground.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                
Volcanos have always fascinated me. Since I discovered National Geographic on tv I was always on the lookout for such shows, pictures, adventures. Sheer force of Mother Nature, reshaping landscape in a matter of moments with red molten streams of lava is a reminder of how brief is or it can become the human episode on Earth. And, if there is one thing Costa Rica has in high supply (besides crocodiles) is the volcanos, so naturally that was one of the first things I went to see.




First one (Irazu) lacked the spectacular and drama, from the eruption point of view that is. Craters were huge though and since we wanted to catch a glimpse from the edge we had to drive to over 3000 meters. Altitude was something that slipped our minds (too much coffee I guess) cause we should have figured out that even in the hottest summer, when you get to over 3 kilometers above sea level you’re gonna need warm clothes or some lava heat. So after trembling our butts off, we decided to give a shot to another one more active.




We took a different approach and instead of getting up close and personal we admired the white clouds of steam or ash from one of the six or seven naturally heated pools of a hotel just a couple of kilometers away. It’s simply put spectacular. Not only the view of the Arenal volcano, but also how people here have learned to live with certain death at their doorstep. In the words of the guide – we have to put food on the table and growing coffee and pineapple doesn’t quite make it.
 









Last one was Poas - its steaming crater hiding the sun in midday. Smell of sulfur was almost unbearable. Pretty good representation for the gates of Hell, assuming it has an entrance. Made me think twice about cursing on the way back.



 

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