Packing a week into one post here to spare the reader. Solid delivered a smart new SUV to the hotel exactly on time and we paid extra for the sat nav, a garmin device that we hadn’t booked but seemed a good idea when it arrived with the car. It was hopeless, and entirely to blame for the two hour journey to the airport which should have taken 30-40 minutes. Our passengers were very calm, although we started eating into their margin for error and I think they must have been relieved to hop out and check in as the atmosphere in the car was starting to get a bit tense and the air was starting to turn blue with the description of what I would do to the sat nav once we had time to deal with its errant behaviour. It must have been configured to the “ignore the direct route using motorways or dual carriageways and take the most circuitous route possible through heavily congested areas clogged with Saturday shopping traffic” setting.
Four hours after dropping our passengers we arrived in the resort area of Playa Hermosa. That worked well to some extent as we could only check in at 4pm anyhow. I was tired although the roads had been easier than anticipated once outside of San Jose and having the car have us great flexibility. In fact I’m not sure the second week particularly the return from the resort to the airport for the homeward journey would have worked without it.
What a beautiful place. I won’t say too much as I don’t want to spill the well kept secret of this little piece of heaven, although I accept that the three or four readers of this blog are all members of family anyhow 😀
The apartment was functional but just fine. The resort was on an incline that made a ski jump look horizontal but that was good for the ticker and kept us well exercised all week.
We enjoyed some of the most perfect days I can remember. Light brown volcanic sand too hot to walk on was fringed with palm trees between which were hiding some delightful beach front restaurants. Light breakers in the 28 degree warm sea, where pelicans fished within arms reach and frigate birds wheeled in the deep blue cloudless sky. Weather was either hot (37 degrees) and dry or hot, dry and windy. The breeze was perfect but even when still, the dry heat was perfectly pleasant. Sunsets every night, that got more and more dramatic as the week went on. Anyone fancy sitting through seven hundred photographs of sunsets? I’ve got the collection.
One night walking back from the hotel a monkey walked past us, having seen iguanas on the beach and long tailed birds on the balcony. It was a real unspoiled tropical paradise. Shh… Don’t tell anyone…
We had a couple of excursions, one to a pottery village and the other to a waterfall where I swam and took in the ambience. We went to Playa de Coco where we eventually found the little restaurant we were looking for which was a triumph. But we were always happy to head back to our little apartment on the hill and soak up another day of sun and scenery.
We could have stayed a month. The journey back was uneventful as by now we had learned to keep the Garmin switched off and we arrived at the airport safely in time for a long Denny’s and the flight via Bogota.
We had a brilliant holiday and the news that came through that Mum had successfully been operated on and was making a good steady if painful recovery was the icing on the cake. Would we recommend Costa Rica? Absolutely, and now that Delta and BA are flying direct from Gatwick to Liberia, the tourism from UK and Europe will grow fast. I’d get there soon, before it gets spoiled. But no need to visit San Jose, unless you have to.
For more photos of our trip, please visit Flickr