Tamarindo or Tamagringo

I knew this bus ride awaited me, but that doesn’t make it any easier. I even have a seat, but I am not happier. I really shouldn’t complain, because this is the deluxe bus, but I must, mainly at the driver.
Not only does he stop for every single person sanding beside the road, he also stops for any bump higher than a dime. On washboard dirt roads with occasional patches of pavement, this means a maximum average speed of 20 kilometers an hour. A snail’s pace I could beat in a broken wheelchair.

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Dancing with El Tamarindo

Wanna dance with “El Tamarindo” too? Fool Number Uno El Tamarindo in action It’s time to dance in Via Real, a sleepy little town in the Guanacaste region of Costa Rica. It’s time to dance and there is not a woman on the dance floor. Nope, its just men, fools…

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Run Run La Sabana

Around the world and back again too Air spoliers Visual beauty Its dawn in San Jose, Costa Rica and I am up and out. I am in my running shoes, my GPS is warming up and I’m headed out for the best in business-related travel – early morning runs. More…

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Donde Helado?

Say “Donde Helado?” Now say that really loud and obnoxious, like a total gringo and you’ll be asking where is ice cream just the way my co-worker Mike does. How he asks where is ice cream while standing in a San Jose ice cream parlor.

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This isn’t the San Jose flight?!

As I head off to Costa Rica, I have a travel tip for those with early morning flights on the weekend: the Metro doesn’t open till 7am. This means that the first train thru town isn’t till 7:15 and you have plenty of time for a Heller’s Bakery breakfast pre-Metro. Unfortunately, I didn’t know this and in my haste to make my flight, skipped Heller’s and even the Metro.

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