Costa Rica – VW Vans and Crawling Things
Costa Rica– VW Vans and Crawling Things
For much better or even worse, guy has actually tamed Nature in lots of nations. My basic impression is this isn’t really the case in Costa Rica.
San Jose to Carrillo
Roughly ten of us had decided to visit Costa Rica for a week to stay at a pal’s place simply outside the beach town of Carrillo on the west coast. We flew into San Jose and were supposed to be met by a rental company representative that had two brand-new VW vans for us.
As frequently takes place in such scenarios, we weren’t fulfilled by anybody much less an individual with vans. Calls were made but not addressed. Lunch was had. Calls were made once again and finally addressed. After a little bit of “extreme” conversation, we were determined the vans would be at the airport in 15 minutes. Roughly 2 hours later on, 2 VW vans apparently taken from Woodstock rolled into parking lot. The journey had definitely started on a sour note, but we chose to cut our losses and take the vans.
As we presented of San Jose, it was beginning to get dark. Uninformed that a new highway had actually been opened, we followed the old path which wound through the mountains and included two hours to the trip. 2 hours that would haunt us for days.
As the hours passed, we laughed away the time reliving the past. I was sitting in the back of the van with Stuart, a nurse in San Diego, and Picasso, a graphic designer for surf clothes companies. We were all in shorts and flip flops, which was proper for the heat and humidity. How I wished I had worn pants and boots.
As we drove along, we happened to come upon a little town. Little cafes and stores passed us as we drove down the roadway. So did street lights. Bright street lights. Street lights that lit up the in of the van.
And the important things in it.
Cockroaches. Big cockroaches. They were climbing on the walls of the van and across the floorings. A couple of even took off and flew from one wall to the other.
This is the part in the film where the men, Picasso and I, act to protect our female companion, Stuart. Naturally, who thinks exactly what they see in the movies? In our case, Picasso yelled like a little girl and started stomping on the floor and kicking the walls. I, in turn, did the ultimate crunch, which is to state I whipped my legs off the ground with such speed about make a drill sergeant weep with joy. I then jumped off the bench simply to make sure there weren’t any of the little buggers in my shorts. Stuart, on the other hand, just chuckled at us.
Our driver whipped over to the side of the roadway to learn what the heck was going on. The other van pulled over also and discovered they had a cockroach problem as well. We were apparently driving the hive around the nation.
After acquiring a little liquid guts at one of the coffee shops in the village, we came up with an option for keeping the weird crawlies at bay. More liquid courage, drivers excepted. Far more.
New bravery in hand, we reclaimed the vans and hauled it to Carrillo as quick as possible. Picasso danced the cockroach crunch throughout the rest of the journey, that made for an unpleasant van and the requirement for new flip flops. I hoped I was imagining things crawling on my legs. Stuart simply kept laughing.
Nature is lovely, except when it ain’t!