
A few years ago, I decided to take a month off from responsibility and head down to Costa Rica. Most visitors will fly into San Jose, Costa Rica’s largest city, and then most will scramble to get out of there as quickly as possible. I must admit, there is a gritty, nervous, and noisy vibe at first, but once that settles, the real cultural elements start to unfurl. Stick around for a little bit. I actually fell in love with this city and had a fabulous time strolling the markets, museums, and side streets.
San Jose













Heredia
Heredia is bustling city with a very unique, elegant feel located just 10km north of San Jose. Heredia has some of the oldest historical architecture in Costa Rica and it’s definitely worth the 50 cent bus ride. On the bus ride there, I noticed a rainbow to the west. Thankfully, it waited for me to get to Heredia before it clocked out for the afternoon.




The main bus terminal in San Jose is located on the grounds of an old Coca Cola plant, so it is appropriately referred to as the Coca Cola Bus Terminal. From here, you can catch a bus to just about every part of the country. My next destination was the small coastal town of Quepos, which is a sleepy little village on the Pacific side. Taking the bus cross country is a magnificent way to see the Costa Rican countryside. We stopped once at a small country market to pick up a few passengers and have a little lunch on the side of the road.

Once I arrived in Quepos, I didn’t have much time to poke around because Antonio was waiting to take me up to Rafiki Safari. Rafiki Safari is a remote jungle ecotourism slice of heaven. The Boshoff family started the project in 1999 in hopes of using tourism to build a wildlife refuge and Tapir re-introduction program. Once you get to this place, you’ll never want to leave. My good friend Bob, who I river guided with in Montana, was working at Rafiki as a raft guide for the winter. I climbed the stairs to the bar, which was a huge thatched roof over a deck over looking some of the most amazing jungle views you’ll ever see, to find Bob happily mixing drink behind the bar. After a big hug, I asked Bob for something fruity to quench my thirst. He proceeded to pour copious amounts of rum into a very large glass, drop a couple of ice cubes, and finished it off with a lime wedge. Fruity enough, I guess. A few more were in order after that. I spent 10 glorious days at Rafiki. Every day was a new adventure: rafting on the Sevegre river, hiking through the jungle, horseback rides to remote villages, and sipping Pilsens on the hammock.
Here are a few shots from Rafiki and the surrounding countryside:

Bob and Frog

Christmas dinner at Rafiki

My bedroom







Typical Costa Rican lunch in a tiny little village while on a horseback ride.



Bridge over the Sevegre River and our put in for a rafting trip




View of the lodge at Rafiki from across the valley
Time to move on…Keith and I caught a ride out of Rafiki from daddy Boshoff. Our destination was Manuel Antonio and Quepos.



Nothing like a few Pilsens in the afternoon! There are two main Costa Rican beers: Pilsen and Imperial. The rule of thumb is, if the beer’s cold, drink a Pilsen. If the beer is warm, drink an Imperial.







From Quepos, I headed north again en route to San Jose for New Years Eve and to meet by good friend, Dan Decker, who was flying in to from Montana to hang out with me for a week. While at this crazy night club a few miles outside of San Jose, I happened to run into a long time friend and her husband. Crazy. Mind boggling. Of all the places in the world to be on New Years, here we are. Peggy and Mike had rented a car (I guess you could call it a car) and invited Dan and I on a little cross country road trip. Sweet.


Gardens in Zarcero


Sunset at Arenal



Fishing at sunset in Tamarindo



Dan and I headed inland to the little farming community of Santa Cruz. A three week festival had just gotten underway. Just in time.



I left Santa Cruz a few days later to head back to San Jose. After a couple more days in the capital city, I hopped on a plane and headed back to LA. Just in time for the crazy flood season…