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.
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…
Read MoreRun 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…
Read MoreDonde 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.
Read MoreThis 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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