Showing posts with label Costa Rica. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Costa Rica. Show all posts

Sunday, 7 May 2017

Jicaral and the Nicoya Peninsular, Costa Rica – Days 230 to 235



Enjoying a locally brewed real ale with Kristina and Javier
This will probably be our last entry from Central America before disappearing on our cruise from Puerto Limon, Costa Rica and reappearing in Lisbon, Portugal and then flying back to Birmingham, UK on 26th May, unless we manage a short one from our last nights stay in Limon or at the five ports of call on the 16 day journey – or even if we decide to pay for very slow and expensive internet en-route.

The tropical equivalent of afternoon tea and cake - iced tea!
While I think about it, the following link monitors the current position of the ship we’ll be on, called Pullmantur Monarch so, if you’re interested you’ll be able to find out where we are at any given time (assuming they update it regularly, I looked on 5th May and the last location was 1st May, but today, 7th May it is current and is in Cartagena harbour in Columbia, so don’t completely rely on it, it may be a bit out of date): https://www.vesselfinder.com/vessels/MONARCH-IMO-8819500-MMSI-229415000

The following is our schedule:

Date                                                                      Arrival time                        Departure time
09 May                 Puerto Limon, Costa Rica                                                                 15:30
10 May                 Colon, Panama                              07:00                                            14:30
11 May                 Cartagena, Columbia                      09:30                                            19:00
12 May                 At sea                                                  
13 May                 At sea                                  
14 May                 Philipsburg, St. Maarten                 10:00                                            18:00
15 May                 St. Johns, Antigua                          08:00                                            18:00
15 to 22 May         At sea
23 May                 Madeira (Funchal), Portugal            08:00                                            17:00
24 May                 At sea
25 May                 Lisbon, Portugal                              06:00
26 May                 Fly Birmingham, UK                                                                            10:40
                             Arrive Birmingham                         13:35                                                            

Penka and Manchita demand more attention than possible
We are at the end of just over an eight month trip through South and Central America, finishing off this last week with a relaxing housesit in Jicaral, looking after two dogs, two cats and a house. Where is Jicaral? Well, click on the ‘location’ link at the end of this entry and it will open Google Maps marking the point where we are. You can zoom in and out to see in close and where it is in relation to Costa Rica and the rest of the world. Bet you’ve never clicked on that before – we’ve been adding our location on our entries from almost the start of this trip.


Penka wants full attention
The Panaderia y Cafeteria Jicaritos is actually the house we are staying in, but the café is not currently open due to Juan Carlos’ recent illnesses, but hopefully it’ll be back up and running soon after their recuperation holiday in Cuba. They arrive back tonight, Sunday, expected around 9:00pm and we’ll be waiting here to greet them but then heading off in their taxi to a nearby hotel for the night as they only have one bedroom here. We’ll be back here again tomorrow morning (Monday 8th) to have breakfast, give Julie and Juan-Carlos a de-brief on the last week, say bye-bye to dogs and cats, collected our luggage and wait for ‘Canadian Jim’ to collect us and take us the 6.5 to 7 hour to Airbnb final night at Limon.

Except when she's asleep in scruffy dog fashion. I felt the yellow star had to be added!
Luno cat (top right) upsets a red squirrel (bottom left)
Who is ‘Canadian Jim’? He is someone who is going on our cruise who posted a thread on the cruise ship messenger list asking if anyone wanted a lift to Limon as he is being driven there in his car by a neighbour of his and has up to three spaces available. He lives in Samara on the other side of the Nicoya Peninsular where we are, we’re about an hours drive out of his way, but he has agreed to pick us up around 09:30am, pick up someone else in San Jose, the capital and then take us all to Limon. They are not staying in our Airbnb, but in a hotel nearby so we’ll just get a taxi to the port the next day and board the ship. It’s all worked our beautifully (or perhaps I should say that after we’ve got on board the ship!)

Unhappy squirrel...
So we’ll know ‘Canadian Jim’, the other person, Victor, we collect in San Jose, also on the cruise, and Patrick, who Jackie has also contacted and arranged for us all to visit the Gatun locks together at the Colon end of the Panama canal when we dock there. So that’s 3 people, only 2600+ people to go, plus 800 odd crew!





...And Luno wondering why!
Anyway, this last week of housesitting has been fun, very relaxing, very hot and also on occasion very wet! Well, it is now the start of the rainy season and when it rains, it rains! Thunder and lightning and rain you wouldn’t want to be out in, but mercifully the temperature drops when it rains from extremely hot to just very hot. Last night for example we sat outside with a glass of wine in shorts and t-shirt and felt almost comfortable, only slightly too hot – and that’s a vast improvement! 

'I want the door open, not to go in or out I just want it open!'
Trouble is, wet weather brings out the mosquitos, so heavy doses of anti-mossie spray with its horrible smell is absolutely necessary.

A bonus of our stay here has been the very friendly neighbours and Julie’s friends Kristina and Javier who live just round the corner and they have all made our stay here fabulous.



And then it rained - heavily!
Firstly the neighbours, whose names we don’t know, but we understand the head of the house is married to Juan-Carlos aunt. We started off by waving and saying ‘Buenos Dias’ or ‘Buenos Tardes’ and always waving and smiling if seeing them from a distance. After about four days I was just coming back with Penka dog from her evening walk when the lady of the house and a younger woman approached me and handed over a bag of small red berries picked from a bush in her garden. 
Chillis growing in the garden
Speaking only in Spanish I understood to not let the dogs have them, they were for us, are good for the blood and have lots of vitamins, but I can’t remember the name. They are kind of like cherries with three small stones inside and are OK. Later, when we were sitting outside with early evening beer and crisps they came to the fence and gave us two hot tortillas filled with an omelette and refried beans, which were delicious and a perfect appetiser for our prawn with mango and chilli sauce that Jackie had cooked. This time the man and his wife came out all smiles and saying how nice it is to meet us and we hope we enjoy their cooking. There was much more but I didn’t understand, but hopefully conveyed how pleased and grateful we were. When I returned the plates I was given a bag of small green fruit, that look like small apples, that we haven’t tried yet. Just now Jackie heard the lady of the house shouting ‘hola’ over the fence and gave us two hot tortillas filled with potato, refried beans and other stuff that, again were delicious and ideal for lunch. What nice people! Not sure what to do in return, maybe they are grateful of us looking after the house and animals while Jean-Carlos is away, so we should just accept with good grace, just don’t know, but it is very, very nice of them.

Kuky looking for his dinner on the table
So also this week we have met Julie’s friends Kristina (who originates from Bristol in the UK) and her local husband Javier. They live 5 minutes walk away so Julie gave us their telephone number in case we needed anything while here and, over the week we have become real friends with them and they are really interesting people. Kristina is 56 (I’m sure she won’t mind me saying), trained as a nurse in the UK, but decided it wasn’t for her at about 21, went travelling and hasn’t really stopped since. After travelling the world, living and working in various countries she ended up in Costa Rica running a shop about 40km away with her American husband. Javier made pottery and clay art and supplied pieces to the shop for sale, forming a great friendship with them both. Kristina’s husband suddenly died and she got together with Javier, getting married about 14 years ago. They now live in his parent’s house, both making pottery art and selling it at local markets. They have a Facebook page, it’s: https://www.facebook.com/search/top/?q=barrofertil

Our 200km route round the bottom of the peninsular
We were invited round for drinks one day and got on really well. Javier speaks a little English, but can’t hold a conversation whereas we could chat away to Kristina, her being English, but trying not to leave Javier out too much. Obviously Kristina is fluent in Spanish so could translate on occasions. They have a lovely rustic house with a great open lounge up on stilts overlooking jungle and the river below and it just seemed like paradise. However the river, only running during the wet season, is eating away at their land and is very close now to their workshop. It’s on a bend in the river, hence the bank erosion and, when we looked the river is 20m or more wide and about 20m below them, having eaten to within about 6m of their workshop. At the height of the rainy season they told us the river is a full swirling mass of water! They can do little to stop it, placing large rocks is the obvious way, but they would need so many which would cost a fortune and they have little money. It’s alarming!

First stop, the ferry port at Playa Naranjo
Yesterday, Saturday, they collected us in their four wheel drive car and took us out on a tour of the lower part of the peninsular for the day. They collected us at 06:00am (everyone gets up early here) and we didn’t get back until 15:30, having covered 200km on mainly dirt roads (good job they have four wheel drive!). We stopped at the ferry port, stopped for breakfast at a really nice restaurant in Paquera, near to where her shop used to be (we saw it, it’s now a private house), stopped again at an organic market near Tambor Beach so they could buy their weekly organic vegetables and fruit and some freshly caught fish from the sea and ended up at Playa Carmen near Mal Pais (do you know Leonardo di Caprio lives here, she told us. No, but apparently a lot of people believed her and spread the story. He does live somewhere on the peninsular apparently, but not necessarily in the house she pointed out). 

Second stop near Tambor Beach
They left us at the beach for an hour while they went off on a couple of errands, so we wandered along the beach, found a makeshift shaded area made with 4 bits of wood and palm leaves for a roof/shade, laid out our towels, swan in the huge Pacific breakers and chilled out watching people surf. The sea is pretty strong and those waves are huge once you get out and in amongst them but we were careful and passed a pleasant hour. We met up again and did a loop back, stopping at a real ale bar to have a fabulous beer on chairs overlooking jungle, who happen also to sell some of their pottery, stopped again for lunch at another restaurant, drove back through the afternoons downpour (glad Kristina was driving) and got back for dog walk in between showers and in time for early evening drinks and crisps before dinner. What a great day.

Looking back from the end of the pier
Called round there again today to give the last bit of Birds custard powder to Kristina as she was craving it once we’d told her, we’re soon back in the UK with plenty of custard, but its years since she has had any. In exchange I took a book of hers on 5 centuries of colonisation of the Americas, which I’m really looking forward to reading. Javier gave me a magazine in Spanish called ‘Mas Interesante’ that seems like the equivalent of New Scientist. It’ll be good for my Spanish he told me!

Our Robinso Cruso hideout on Playa Carmen with big Pacific breakers
It’s been a lovely week, very relaxing in between and with animals to stroke, very therapeutic. It may sound like we’ve been out a lot, but we’ve been in 90% of the time and we have really enjoyed all the animals, each very affectionate in their own way, the dogs wanting really to be able to sit on our laps, but they are a bit big for that!



In she goes. Next stop New Zealand!
Each day we’ve been collecting mangos that have fallen from the immense tree in the garden, averaging about 6 or 7 per day. Each is the size of a melon, so we’ve been eating and drinking plenty of them. They will only last a few days before they are past their best so I have cut up 6 and frozen them for Juan-Carlos for when he gets back, many other we’ve had to chuck out so we’ve been eating them, one for breakfast and the other blended with an ice cube tray of ice that makes a most delicious and mercifully cold smoothie (actually about four glasses from one mango). Jackie also cooked with them, adding a massively hot chilli (of which there are many growing in the garden) in a sauce with prawns that was just fabulous. 

They were big waves
After a week of mangos we still like them, but you can have too much of a good thing! They are as common here as apples in the UK, there are huge trees all over absolutely laden with them, with huge quantities lying on the ground crushed by cars or just rotting. The smell of rotting mango is really quite unpleasant. Occasionally we see people poking with long poles to collect them, but there are just more than anyone could possibly want. I’m not sure what the injury rate of mangos falling on people’s heads are, but they would give you a severe headache. This morning I saw a mango on the floor in the garden, went over to collect it and another one thumped to the ground next to me. I heard a rustle of leaves and a huge thump, really no time to react and move, I was lucky it didn’t hit me!

A beach stop at Montezuma
Anyway, that’s about it, I’ve written too much again and there’s probably stuff I’ve missed out. I’ll pass it over to Jackie to read through and add anything else now and I’ll go and start to pack, putting stuff I’ll need for the cruise on top. Now let’s see, one shirt and one pair of trousers, won’t take long then. Not sure what I’ll do about washing and what I’ll wear whilst it’s being done. I’ll just have to wear my now very old t shirts and very worn zip off Craghopper trousers. Footwear? I have a very old and smelly pair of sandals, walking shoes or very lightweight Jazz shoes, mmm, not much choice then, hope other people are in the same situation or at least understanding! No tie, no suit, looks like the posh restaurant is off limits then…
Javier decides to go in for a dip
 
The very tropical beach at Montezuma

Monday, 1 May 2017

Liberia, Nicoya and Jicaral, Costa Rica – Days 225 to 229



The ferry from Isla de Ometepe to San Jorge on flat calm Lago Nicaragua
If someone had told me a few years ago I would wake up naturally, in time to read my emails and leave the hostal by 06.00 I would have thought them mad! However in this heat living with daylight hours seems the obvious way to go, so wake somewhere after 05.00, and sleep just after 21.00!


Arrived at Union Jackson to pick up our packed breakfast in time for coffee and a chat, we were still undecided about how we were going to cross the border there seemed to be three options,


Lago Nicaragua on our calm, early morning crossing
1) collectivo from Ferry to bus station in Rivas, chicken bus to Penas Blancas, walk across the border, chicken bus to Liberia bus station.


2) collectivo from ferry to the rotunda in Rivas walk 500m to the left till nearly at the maxi Pali supermarket, to the Ticabus agency, pay the full $29 Managua to San Jose fare, even though doing a much shorter journey, get taken across the border, dropped off by McDonalds in Liberia


Another country, another bus station! This one is Nicoya
3) taxi from Ferry to the border $20 per car, walk across, get chicken bus the other side.


Got off the ferry and were immediately approached by a taxi driver, got him down to $18 with the change in dollars not Córdoba, nice AC taxi for the hour to the border. Walked through departure of Nicaragua, really easy, pay $1 or 30 Córdoba, then to get passport stamped, $2 or 70 Córdoba! (Interesting maths!)


The very different modern cathedral in Liberia, in front of....
We were then approached by a lady from Ticabus offering us $10 to Liberia. Saved us the 500m walk to immigration Costa Rica, and travel in comfort. Arrived in Liberia (11.00) dropped off at McDonalds and walked to the hotel, for a very unexpected welcome drink. We thought this a great compromise between cost and comfort. AC all the way and for two of us half the price of Ticabus all the way.






... the obligitary plaza that follows the same plan throughout C & S America
Went for a walk around Liberia despite melting to find the bus station for the next day, passing yet another shop selling unsalable American clothing and managed to get him a pair of trousers, and me a little shrug jacket, well I have been warned by Roxanne that they keep cruise ships cold! This brings our total spend for a dress, jacket, glitzy flip flops, makeup and a shirt and trousers to £11.00! We are now cruise ready (well will be by the time we hit the ship with everything fully laundered!) 


The rain storm at the juice bar in Liberia
Walking back we stopped for a quick juice, only to be caught in the most almighty downpour. Does the weather not know it was five days early for wet season in May?


This along with timing issues decided for us that we wouldn't spend the money to go to the local national park, with wildlife, waterfalls and mud pools (or according to Tripadvisor a tub of mud you can smear on yourself if the fancy takes you!) but go straight to Nicoya a one horse town, our overnight, before arriving in Jicaral a no horse town for our Housesit (she exaggerates! I rode into town on Julies bike this morning to buy cold beer and on the way back came across lots of horses and their riders trotting along the road in the opposite direction holding up all the traffic!).


One of a group of toads sitting at the roadside in Ometepe
I wrote a random message to our Airbnb host, Hector Luis, who has no English, in my shocking Spanish, saying which bus we planned to get, hoping he could collect us and could he please provide dinner, breakfast and a lift to the bus station for 09.00 the following morning. My Spanish can't have been too bad as it all worked like clockwork.




Our home for 8 days in Jicaral
The bus was horribly hot and sweaty, as expected, but the very nice bus driver had given us and our luggage priority boarding. Two hours passed quite quickly though we are slightly confused as to what 'directo' means, the notice in the windscreen, and what he said to anyone who got on at any of the completely random roadside stops he made. So not that it goes direct then! People just get on and off anywhere. Occasionally on at a bus stop and even more occasionally off at a bus stop. This means the bus can stop, let someone off, move off, and not even get out of first gear before stopping to let someone on. No, people won't walk to get on when they see it stop!


The church (cathedral?) in Jicaral
Arrived the half hour early we had planned to hopefully allow us to buy our ticket for the morning and get some information about our journey from Jicaral to San Jose at the end, only to find the next bus went from the other side of town! Walked down, with bags, though I did offer to go on my own, only to find no counter, just a man from another company who said 09.00 and no more!





Penka dog and Luno cat playing together
Back to bus station A to wait for Hector Luis who arrived bang on time to whisk us away to his very comfortable house where he lives on his own through the week while his son and daughter study in San Jose and his wife works in San Jose, a four hour each way journey that she does every weekend! This weekend is a long one so the plus is she doesn't have to leave till 04.00 on Tuesday morning, the minus is it took six hours to get home as lots of people were traveling. On top of that she works at the local university on a Saturday! Anyway he turned the TV to English, put some belly pork in to slow cook and tantalise us with the smell and we had a very comfortable stay. We did enjoy it and managed to have a laugh and conversation before early bed, leaving him to catch up with his wife.


Manchita (L) and Penka vie for Jackies attention
The bus to Jicaral turned up on time, and we joined the hoards of irritating people stopping the bus where we wanted to get off, rather than at a stop! Thank goodness for B's Navmii App that tells us where we are at all times without being connected to the Internet! Magic! 

Arrived at the house to be welcomed by Jean Carlo (in Spanish) and introduced to the dogs Penka (where they were found) and Manchita (because of the small brown spot on her head) and cats Kuky and Luno. We kept ourselves busy getting to know the animals while Jean Carlo prepared us a lovely lunch. Julie arrived fresh from the beauty parlour, and showed us round explaining our duties. We had been told that the attached bakery normally run by JC had been closed for a few months as he'd not been well. Testicular cancer, chemo, appendicitis with infection complications due to his weakened immune system all in the last six months......think the trip to Cuba with her brother and girlfriend is well deserved.

Kuki cat is not so keen on playing with dogs
The dogs are lovely, though they obviously also struggle with the heat, but were both very friendly and keen on being fussed after initially doing their job and woofing. I think Julie was a bit surprised to find us all getting on so well when she returned, but at least they can go away happy that we are going to be fine. B is also happy, that these are not animals owned by women who tolerate him as a mere man, but are assuming he is top dog and looking to him for attention.




As you can see on his face
The cats are also lovely but unsurprisingly sleep a lot of the day. Kuky is ok with the dogs but would rather not bother, but is very happy to sit, purr and be fussed out the back door. Luno seems to love the dogs, it just makes you smile to see them lick each other, though when he first walked in his whole head did seem to be in Penka's mouth which was a little shocking!


We did our first food shop, once they left, walked the 1.7km into town to the first supermarket, not that impressed, but time was getting on. Unable to find a cab we then had to walk back too, making us 45 mins late for feeding time! What a way to start, though I'm happy to shift them to 06.00 and 18.00 rather than 05.00 and 17.00!


'Foot on the plate to lick cake crumbs - me?'
Back into town on Sunday morning, too late even an 09.00 to beat the heat, to explore the other shops, a bit better, and it's only a week. Back at the house we have more mangoes, chills and lemons than we could possibly know what to do with, I'm picking about half a dozen mangoes  off the floor a day!
 
We are really enjoying it, though we are very grateful for the AC in the bedroom. It is also lovely not to have to be out doing as when the rain comes, it really comes! Amazing thunder and lightning last night before the rain, the whole sky being lit up for about an hour and a half. We are getting into the routine, take Penka out for half an hour, Manchita isn't interested, one night in the garden, alternating with one night in the house with the door open, this is to stop them (and us?) getting too much sleep so getting bored and chewing more of the furniture! Watch the cats eat to stop 'ghost cat' (a local stray) scaring them away and eating their food. What's not to like? 
Pleased that Kuki likes a bit of fuss!
Its sometimes tricky to do any work though, Penka demads attention
More Penka and Luno fuss time
Feeding time for cats
Seen outside the house but decided its harmless. From the internet I think it is either a Northern Scarlet snake or a Red Milk snake, both harmless. The saying I found goes: "Red touching black, safe for Jack, red touching yellow, kill a fellow"