31/1/11

4:26pm

Oh my God! I don't think I've ever been bitten by so many bugs in my life. Some have it worse than me, but there's not one person who hasn't been attacked my mosquitos or something of the sort. They're way more itchy than anything in Australia, and they come up as red as scabs. I'm praying none of them are going to give me malaria.

Other than that, the past few days have been awesome. Hot springs are officially the highlight of my trip. Two of my favourite girls on this trop and I found the hottest pools and spent at least an hour lounging around. The water was hotter the baths I run for myself at home. It felt amazingly therapeutic. There were some water slides too, which were terrifying but exhilarating too. The night ended with (another) buffet complete with chocolate fondue for dessert. Heaven.

Today was our zip-lining and rappelling adventure. It was a lot of fun, and there were some breath-taking views, but it honestly wasn't unlike anything I'd ever done before. Still, it was a physically challenging day, and in that respect I do feel better for it.

I'm glad that I've made some really good friends on this trip. There are certain people who have been pissing me off quite a bit, but for every one of those, I've met at least two people who I've really gotten to know and connected with. I've been kept up to date with the ridiculous high school drama going on back home, but the fact that I'm here only emphasises to me how many better people there are out there in the world to be friends with.

29/1/11

8:46pm

They weren't kidding when they said today was a busy day!

We started out with horseback riding, something I haven't done much of in quite a while, but I think I picked it up rather wall. At one open part of the track we were allowed to try galloping, which was pretty intense. To have such a powerful animal in my control was definitely a big thrill. However, my horse (named Negrito, or 'Little Black'), was pretty anti-social. When I went to pat him and say thank you afterwards, he pulled away and simply trotted off. I guess, living with a crazy cat like mine, I shouldn't be surprised that even animals can have shitty personalities.

After horse-riding was a nature walk where the tour leader pointed out different things throughout the forest. We didn't see much wildlife, but we did get to see some pools of hot, bubbling volcanic mud. They weren't lying on Supernatural when they said sulfur smelt like rotten eggs! The walk ended at a waterfall, the kind out of a postcard, that runs into those clear, blue, idyllic pools of water. We jumped off the rocks into the chilling water, and the perfect antidote to the long walk.

Then, after lunch, tubing down a white water river. It was a lot of fun, and almost a taste of the class 3 and 4 rapids we'll be rafting down later in the tour. Despite still having a sore toe, it was a lot of thrilling fun. The day ended at a day spa, where we baked in a sauna before lathering ourselves head to toe in volcanic mud. After it dried, we rinsed off and spent some time in the beautiful hot springs. The weather took a cold turn, so our run between the rinsing shower and the hot springs was somewhat frantic. But come time to leave, we could barely force ourselves to get out. We have one more trip to a hot spring tomorrow, so I'll definitely be making the most of that.

Another interesting point was that we had all our meals provided for us today, and they were all served buffet style. I've never worried about my weight, or much about what I eat, but so much time spent with only girls has got me thinking like them now. Maybe I'll start 'no carbs after 6' when I get home, to counter the rice, beans and pasta I've been having nearly 3 times a day. My problem with buffets is that I want to try everything, and so probably end up eating a great deal more than I probably should.

Oh well, it tastes amazing.. and I am on holidays!

28/1/11

5:55pm

Thermal hot springs were amazing. I could have stayed in them all day, I think. They're supposed to be really good for your skin, especially when followed up by a cold shower. I can literally feel my body glowing. Between this and a darker shade of tan, I feel like a million bucks.

But I'm still so tired after last night and a day of travelling. Tonight will definitely be an early one to prepare for tomorrows multiple activities.

28/1/11

2:58pm

We've just arrived at our next hotel. It's a ranch-style place with horses and oxen and the like, up in the highlands near the volcanoes. Quite a change of scene from Samara Beach.

Yesterday was so unbelievably busy I don't know where to start, so I guess I'll go from the beginning. After breakfast we hit the beach and the water was still a beautiful temperature and the sun was hot and beating down at only 8 in the morning. I was in a second group for surfing, so I just spent some time swimming and walking on the beach. When my turn came for surfing, I found myself very keen. It's always been something I wanted to try, maybe even adopt as a regular hobby, but just never got around to it. During the 90 minutes on the water I managed to stand up nearly every time, which was a bit of a thrill. I had much less success the only other time in my life I tried surfing, so I ended on a bit on a high.

After a delicious lunch at a place on the beach, it was time for sea-kyaking. It was far more strenuous then I'd anticipated, and my arms got quite a workout. I think this adventure tour will be so jam-packed that any concerns I had about lack of exercise are long gone.

It was a long trek in the kayaks, and at that distance from the shore, I took some amazing photos. We spent a while swimming the the island we paddled to before heading home, and I'm happy to have a little more colour in my skin already. Maybe there's nothing healthy about a tan, but they sure are sexy.

I also went to an internet café to upload my photos, so I could free up some room to keep taking photos on the rest of the trip. However, I was mortified when I found droplets of water inside my supposedly waterproof camera. The camera still works, but the USB connection seems to have gotten wet/destroyed somehow. Luckily, one the girls has a spare memory card I can borrow, but I am still throughly unimpressed, and will have to suss out the extent of my warrant when I get home.

And then my night progressed from my previous post, involving pain, alcohol, and a very bruised toe. I'm glad to say that I did manage to get drunk, mostly by sampling other peoples drinks (Long Island Ice Teas over here are deadly) and from free shots courtesy of the girls. I'm however less glad to admit I did more things that I'm not at all proud of, and have caused another handful of moral dilemmas for when I return home. Even though there was no infidelity based on the technicality we're not "together", the promise to see him again when I come home alludes to some level of exclusivity.

People have been saying "You're partying in Costa Rica, what does he expect?" I honestly wish I knew the answer. I try to justify it to myself: I've been in the casual hook-up scene for a while now, going off it cold turkey is too much of a challenge, I miss him but I miss affection more, I was thinking of him the whole time... but it still feels a little bit wrong to him, and it still doesn't answer the question of whether or not I should tell him. Most people have said not to, but I know I probably will. I've been lied to enough in the past to know the true value on honesty, and hopefully he will too, and forgive me enough to start building on our relationship again. Because I honestly do miss him, more than just physically. Though I think I really am beginning to understand those gay man who don't believe in monogamy.

We're now heading off to dip in the natural thermal springs, a nice relaxing way to spend the afternoon after a night that I'd somehow rather forget.

27/1/11

7:44pm

Wow. This night is not turning out to be one of my best.

We'd had cocktails at a bar across the road, and I was running back to my room to grab more cash, when a random stranger and suggestive eye contact distracted me for split second. n that moment, I kicked my toe on the base of a metal sign standing outside the establishment. Needless to say, I was in severe pain and shock, and scampered back to the hotel.

After inspecting my toe, which was bruised and bloody (it was the middle toe on my right foot), I gave myself some first aid, and two Panadol. Washed down with Barcardi. Maybe not a smooth move, but tomorrow shall tell all.

I'm waiting for the girls to come back with out pizza. So much happened today, I'll write more when I'm sober/have a chance. All I know is there's (another) ladies night tonight so I'm going to exploit my number of female friends until I literally cannot feel my toes!

26/1/11

9:03pm

And so back to holiday mode we go. It's been a long two days, but I'll start from the beginning.

We had another rather emotional farewell on the morning of our departure from the volunteer project. As excited for the adventure tour as we were, we all expressed similar sentiments in that we would miss our families a great deal more than we ever expected. My mother got quite teary again, but I managed to keep it together as I said goodbye for a final time.

The drive back to the city was long, due to some serious accidents on the roads. During the trip we saw a number of minor breakdowns/accidents, 3 ambulances, and even had to detour due to a highway being shut down. It made me realise how good Australian traffic is in comparison. I don't think I'd ever want to even own a licence if I lived in Costa Rica, their city driving makes Sydney CBD roads look like child's play.

When we finally arrived back in Heredia, all the girls from the project wanted to find a beautician, to undo two weeks of living in the near wilderness. There's a long story in that, of which my small role consisted of waiting and sympathy, but the moral of the story is never, ever get a wax in a developing country. In the words of one of the girls: "In Australia, I would shut that place down!"

We then used the Internet to do some catching up with society. It was great to be able to contact ever and see what they've been up to, actually using Facebook for its designed purpose for once. I spent a good hour or more there, and then returned to the B&B we were staying at to do some more catching up, with all the people who we parted ways with two weeks ago. It was a lot of fun, and I found that I actually missed a lot of people. We were all pretty rowdy too, because back in Australian time, we know Australian Day celebrations were well under way. So after our adventure tour orientation and dinner, we got all dolled up, pre-drunk, and hit up Heredia again. The bar wasn't busy at all, given it was a Tuesday night, but our large group made the most of it, busting out tunes like 'Down Under' and even the national anthem. I've met a bunch of fun people on this entire trip, and our nights out here never fail to be just as interesting and exciting, and just as fun in general, as my nights out on Oxford Street.

The next morning, we had to depart by 7am. Luckily it was a 5 hour trip, so I was able to catch up on some much needed sleep. When we finally arrived, it was obvious the fun part of the journey had finally arrived. The hotel is literally a minute stroll from the beach, and since we had the rest of our day free, I spent my time frolicking in the waves on the beach and soaking up some sun by the pool, hopefully getting rid of some tan lines. The view is gorgeous, every turn looks like you've just stepped into a postcard. Tomorrow we have surfing lessons and sea kayaking, and most likely exploring more of the bars and restaurants around town.

But right now I am exhausted. Even with the air con, it is still stinking hot, so sleeping could be a challenge. But the smell of salt and sandy skin permeates everything, and hopefully I can drift to sleep to the sound of the Pacific Ocean washing up onto the Costa Rican beach.

24/1/11

8:41pm

It's hard to believe I just had my last day here. Tomorrow we head back to the city at 7:30 in the morning. But today sure was a memorable string of events.

When I got up for breakfast, I found the Australian tea towel placed on display under the plastic table cover, right in between the two New Zealand ones. It helped spawn some conversation between my mother, my brother, and myself during lunch today, and it's heartwarming to know I'll always have a little place in this home.

I also realised I've made a few really good friends in some of the girls here on project. I went for a walk with one of them this morning (as well as our last day, it was our day off), as we did in our breaks a few days before, and found myself having a really deep and thoughtful conversation. Same goes for another pair of girls, who I spent over an hour to talking about all sorts of things this afternoon after our coffee meeting. We laughed about the most ridiculous things, but also had some quite serious topics of conversation. All in all, I've met some pretty amazing people, both Australian and Costa Rican, who I'm unlikely to forget any time soon.

For some unknown reason, my roommate wasn't home for dinner (he still isn't home now, either..), so I had my last meal here as the only visitor. It was nice, and easier because we got through all the emotional goodbyes last night. I also pulled out the paper and coloured pencils I intended to donate to the school, but the chance never really came around, and I can already see that my little sister is going to love them and make the most of them. I signed a couple of the drawings that I did and wrote my name under them. The most amazing thing was that after teaching the family how to pronounce my surname, my younger brother proceeded to recite my whole name, and added their own family name on the end. It was a true sign that I was really part of the family.

But just in case that wasn't enough, they made us t-shirts, with their family names and a photo of the town, as seen from the top of the mountain. I think I cried all my tears last night, but it was a touching moment, and now I have a meaningful souvenir to remember them by forever.

My roommate (who's since arrived home) ad I also brought them a soccer ball, which I know for a fact the whole family will love and use until it's as worn out as the one they have now. It's been a long two weeks in San Cristóbal Norte, but my time here really couldn't have ended on a better note. The cold showers, noisy nights and less-than-perfect beds may have been testing, but nothing comes close to the way this place has changed me for the better. No matter what happens in the next two weeks, I already know that I've had the time of my life on this trip.