Decided to end this year with a bang taking myself as well as the rest of the crew, consisting of Lily, her daughters, her sister, and her sister’s two children, to Cahuita on the Caribbean side of Costa Rica. We all piled into a Cahuita style stick-built and stilted beach house with nothing more inside than four beds, a small bathroom with a suicide shower and a kitchen (that last part was really important cuz man can this crowd do some eating). Well, things went just splendidly at first as I was able to accomplish all of my objectives of hiking around viewing nature, biking and surfing and drinking a few Imperials and Flor de Caña. But then came midnight of the second of our three nights in Caribbean paradise when I came down with the dreaded “gripe de Cahuita.” This is a nasty little virus that comes complete with fever, nausea, diarrhea, basically everything that makes one wish they were more dead than alive, even when surrounded by the beauty of the Costa Rica Caribbean. To make matters worse, once I caught cold in Cahuita the domino effect swiftly kicked into gear and everyone in the house began dropping like flies, or, better said, running for the one available bathroom as if it were an oasis in the Sahara. It’s never fun to run a fever in a hot tropical place with no air condition, believe me. Well, it just goes to show you, life doesn’t always go exactly as planned. To confirm this a little more experientially, on the way back to reality La Poderosa broke down (clutch went out….again) smack dab in the middle of Braulio Carillo National Park, the most desolate stretch of road on the planet and the absolute worst place to have car trouble in Costa Rica (at least it was daylight and not pouring rain). Luckily, with two very pretty ladies (and me) standing by the side of the road flagging for help, it wasn’t long before a passing airport taxi stopped and offered their support to our failed cause of returning home. Only three hours or so later did we finally accomplish our mission, a little haggard from the vacationing experience. Needless to say I’m going to need about 360 days to recuperate before the next one. Sorry, I don’t have pictures since I forgot the batteries to my new camera (a video-cam that I promised a while back I would use to bring Costa Rica to life right before the very eyes of my blog readers). Well, I guess I am better at the hum drum of daily life than I am at this vacationing stuff. Back to work people!
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The Suicide Shower • Package Costa Rica
[…] wanted to do a little surfing and they chose for me the tiny village of Cahuita (which has since become one of my favorite beach spots and a place I’ve written about […]