Day 22 to 26 - Surviving Alajuela, Costa Rica

Day 22 to 26 - Surviving Alajuela, Costa Rica

Stuck in purgatory.

Christi
Tuesday, March 22, 2016

I'm not going to get into as much detail about our travels to Costa Rica as I did prior, but I will tell you that It was nothing short of miserable. Starting at 11am: we took a taxi from Tulum to ADO again, then got on one of the slowest buses in the world to the airport 2 hrs away, took another slow shuttle to a different terminal, got on a plane from Cancun to Florida, went through Ft. Lauderdale Aiport customs (by far the gnarliest things I've ever been through, took about 2 hrs), and finally hopped on another 3 hr flight to Alajuela, Costa Rica that arrived at 12:30 am, where we took a $37!! taxi to our shitty hostel, Cortez Azul. When we arrived, we were dead; Nick hit the bed like a corpse, while I tried to overcome my travel anxiety.

The next day, we woke up feeling a little refreshed, and thought we'd check out the town. I mean, shit, I was finally in the "magical" Country of Costa Rica; I couldn't wait to see it. We were quickly jolted out of our head high, when the guy at the hostel informed us that it was Semana Santa, the biggest holiday in the country, where everyone packs up and heads to the beach. Nothing over the next few days was going to be open, nor could we travel anywhere, because the towns were full and EXTREMELY expensive! Nick and I came to the resolution that we had to wait it out, in order to survive financial suicide if we left. We would also have to postpone our rental car too, which was easier that we thought. Besides, our hostel was only $25 a night, we could catch up on some work,mane hopefully get some chill time. We did not anticipate just how fucking miserable it would be.

Almost everyday, we ventured off into the desolate town around us, finding all of the shops closed (except a crappy Walmart), and the people gone. Our hostel was even closed, and all the staff was gone, so we spent most of our time barred up inside. Occasionally I would start to break down, and felt like losing it; Nick was pretty close to it as well, so we helped each other out as much as we could. I began to wonder why the hell we even went there. Costa Rica was not what I expected it to be, and everything was insanely expensive already. The only ray of hope that I had, was Nick placing exotic pictures in my mind of the beach villages. I tried to be positive about the day that we would escape, and wanted to keep an open mind.

At night, we felt like we were in a zombie movie. One guy was rushed to the hospital for Dangu, an old guy with glaucoma next door, was coughing his kidneys out, dogs were barking as if they were slowly dying, and firework bombs were going off all around us. Nick and I joked that we were next, and said that we would never leave.

There was some solitude to our place, however; the backyard was a small little area where you could work, relax, and make food. It was my savior from the rest of the building. We learned what "Cas" was, as there was a tree that grew the small little round fruit, and we made tons of things with them: drinks, sauces, etc. At times, we became sick of working, and decided to play games to pass the time.

On our last night there, we thought that we'd have a little fun, and celebrate leaving, so we bought a bottle of vodka, and played cards in the back. We soon met an amazing couple from Germany, who were also staying there, and totally enjoyed hanging with them. They told us about what they'd learned in Costa Rica, and said what Germany was like. They also thought us a little Spanish, and joined in on our drunken board games. It was a great ending to a very long stay at Cortez Azul. I swore that it was the last time that I'd stay there, but would find out that wasn't the case, later in our venture.