This is the third place we have stayed that provides hot water using electric shower heads. It’s a pretty simple design. There is a 220 volt heating coil inside the head, that is activated by a pressure switch. You turn on the water and when the pressure is high enough the contacts close and electricity flows through the coil. You know when the pressure is high enough because that’s when the ceiling light dims.

You adjust the water temperature by adjusting the water flow rate. You can not adjust the head position. I found that out when I tried. When water flows through an electric field it is likely to pick up a charge, or at least the water provides a low impedence path to the service entrance that might include the user’s wet body. In other words, I got quite a zap.

Learning that failure effect by direct experience is chilling I might say. The sole safety to prevent an electrocution is a grounding wire that passes through a couple chambers in the shower head. Apparently this is an attempt to dissipate any electrical charge in the water. I would classify that solution as “sub-optimal.”

I learned about the design and construction of this device by watching a Youube video wherein a Scandinavian man disassembled one of these units and described his observations in a very interesting combination of English and Scandinavian tongues.

This is one of the many observations that lead me to think it may be becoming too late in history to travel to foreign lands. Lands are not quite as foreign as they used to be.

Twenty years ago you would not expect hot water in many accomodations in Costa Rica. You also would not have internet access for instructional videos.

We have mosquito nets poised above our bed, but we do not need them since the windows are all well screened. And we don’t need to worry about currency exchanges because credit cards are accepted almost everywhere. It is very easy and convenient to travel here, and it will become somewhat more so when the highway expansion project is complete.

Puerto Viejo has been here since before there were roads to this region. Now there are paved roads between San Jose and Puerto Viejo. The principal route is slower than usual since a massive construction effort to expand the highway is underway. It is very convenient to travel her and will be somewhat more so when the project is complete.

Of course the place is filled with tourists from around the world. Many from Europe, Argentina, Canada, and the US. Prices have increased considerably over the years as the area has become a playground for rich people like us. And hippies.

Land values near the beach areas are very high and much of the land has been absorbed by the tourist industry. Hotels, restaurants, and various stores take up nearly the whole of the Centro. We see abandoned buildings under renovation, and it is clear the economy is humming along famously for now.

Today Paula and I rented bicycles for the day. As we rode in town before dark I saw three local men walking up a hill leaving town. I imagined they were heading home following a day’s work and I considered what if must be like to be relocated from your village while the investors and entrepreneurs took it over. Where capital moves in people move out, it seems.

I do not get any sense of resentment from the local people we have encountered. Has here been a sufficient improvement in standard of living to make the loss of one’s home acceptable? The salutation is well earned by the people here. Pura Vida.

I figure if you have read this far you may have expected a photo or two. I’ll leave you with one, an a promise to post more in the next day or two.

One of the benefits of being a budget traveler is that recovery from a mistake may not be very costly. Before coming to Tortuguero we questioned whether we should stay two or three nights, and being the happy go lucky people we are, we paid three nights in advance.  That was a mistake (just as far as we are concerned).  Two nights will be enough for us so we will forgo one nights rent and catch the early shuttle to La Pavona in the morning.

We have no complaints, except maybe we should have spent more on the hotel.   It’ been great to be here.  The weather has been nice, even though we’ve sampled a lot of rain.   We are leaving early because we have the choice to do more of what we did today or head off to a new location.  Which is what we will do.

Tortuguero is an interesting town. The national park (since 1995) is the focal point of tourism for the area, and many resorts and eco-resorts in the area, and a number of hotels and hostels in the town. The town is maybe 200 meters in length, and fills most of the space between the main canal and the Caribbean Sea (200 meters or so). Calle Principal runs between the national park entrance on one end and a resort hotel on the other. Along the street are shops, sodas (casual eating, generally family owned), tour operators, travel agents, restaurants and curio stores. The main tourist attractions involve being on the water, unless you are walking on the beach or around town, eating drinking or drinking, eating. We have six more nights to be on the coast and will be spending them elsewhere.

This morning we went for a canoe tour of the park by an independent guide who has been giving tours for 31 years. He is at least second generation guide in this area.  Our hotel and many internet sites warn that you should book through a tour company rather than going with an independent, but that would have been a mistake. Castor was a fabulous guide. He was knowledgeable and observant and had a very cheerful disposition.

Our tour started at early o-dark thirty (545 AM in real time). This is both before the park’s ticket office opens and before the sun rises. That didn’t matter, though since the clouds never lifted and we could not see the sun. We were first in a very long line, and were able to be the first canoe in the water, getting into a number of areas before the larger tour groups, particularly the ones from the nearby resorts.  Castor pointed out a large number of creatures we would not have seen with a lesser guide.  He also chided us in a good natured way for being blind and unable to see what was right before us. He took us into channels where he had to chop through branches with a machete.

For two and a half hours he pointed out spider monkeys, howler monkeys, foosinter monkeys, Macaws, toucans, lizards, caiman, and sloth and many variety of heron. It was a fire hose of sensory experience.

After a long walk on the beach, which ended well after the rain began, we came to feel that we have done what we wanted to do here and rather than hang out for a day we’d head on to Cahuita, a village on the coast at the entry to another nature preserve.

A second benefit of being a budget traveler is that we have more opportunity to at least sample the life of the folks who live here. Starting about four o’clock the shuttle boats from the resorts start showing up, filling up, and draining the town of tourists. There are those like us that stay, wandering on the Calle Principal for a while, and who drift off to restaurants, bars and hotels. That is when the families take over the park and plaza. Children play with the kind of enthusiasm I recall from the time we still had neighborhoods in the US.

Although Tortuguera is a destination location for tourists, I get no sense that the merchants and businesses take advantage of the isolation. You cannot get here except by boat and most things they have to sell are imported. Yet the prices at restaurants and shops are in line with what we would expect to pay in San Jose or Heredia. Except wine — that cost way too damn much. Paula reminds me: “we haven’t been to Heredia.” I say, “of course, but I can still have expectations of what I would pay there.”

Paula wants me to start a new blog. she thinks I should call it Sabelotodo.

The internet is really slow in this hotel, so no photos tonight. We’ll see how it goes in Cahuita. Perhaps we can catch up then.

Pura vida, amigos.

Years ago when I was a lowly compliance officer for OSHA o was scheduled to inspect s construction site in the mountains of northern New Mexico. After a bit of wandering I found the project superintendents trailer, presented my credentials, and described the process of inspection, citations, fines, and speaks.

The super told me I would likely not going the actual construction site on my own, and should ride with him in his 4wd pickup. After a half hour crossing streams and climbing hills we reached a meadow where he stopped the truck, shut off the engine, turned to me and said, “you and I are the only people who know where you are right now, and I bet you’re not to sure yourself.”

The feeling I had them was a lot like how I felt this afternoon on the boat from La Pavona to Tortuguero. The trip took over an hour and I lost track of the number of twists and turns cruising past mangroves and crocodiles. The sky was overcast and it rained during most of the journey.

It was an invigorating experience that was a fitting end for the drive from the central valley. We had been told the Caribbean coast is lusher than anywhere else in Costa Rica: I was skeptical of that claim until I saw for myself. The jungle is impenetratingly dense to the point that it is frightening. It is a wonder that humans could carve out enough of the jungle to make settlements.

But carve they did, to the point that we drive for a considerable time past enormous fields of trees: piña, coco, banana, papaya. The farms had good old family names, like Del Monte and Dole. In that area the air was dense with smoke from where the grocers were being cleared.

We have settled into a small hotel that has internet so slow we cannot upload photos. For the next few days will just send narratives and catch up with photos from Puerto Viejo next week.

I am a bit disappointed that we missed the spectacular eruption of Volcan Rincon Vieja today. I’ll probably think about that tonight and dream about earthquakes and tsunamis and wonder how to find the evacuation route.

More later. “Pura vida,” as they say in these parts.

As I worry about how we can get a dollar we owe to someone since we didn’t have the right bills earlier, Paula says “Pura vida, for fuck’s sake! A timely reminder.

This is just a collection of random photos that I have not, to my recollection, posted yet.

Paula has been keeping up with the blog postings for the last few days. Rather than admit to a basic level of laziness on my part, let’s just say that we were in beach country, which is Paula’ bailiwick. I figured that she would have more to say than I, but then, it’s beach country and Paula has a single minded focus when it comes to being in or around water, which is being in and around water. So we have both been silent for a few days, which leaves me in something of a quandary. How do I put my best foot forward when my best foot is still resting in the hammock?

Paula reminds me that I left something of an accusation at the end of my last post. I questioned how it is that GT, the worlds most renowned climate change activist, hates Ticos. I’ve been keeping one eye on developments in the political sphere while on vacation, and I happened to read portions of GT’s rant at the Davos gathering last week. In that speech she had wise words such as demanding that becoming carbon neutral is insufficient actions to curb climate change, and that we can not wait until there are technologies available to replace our current reliance on fossil fuels: only the immediate cessation of all carbon based fuel is an adequate response to the challenge. It must have been wise comments, since any adult who questioned the wisdom of her statements was accused of all sorts of crimes, including child abuse.

Costa Rica has based its economic development on two main industries. One is exportation of agricultural products: sugar, fruit, coffee, cocoa, etc. Another is tourism. Nearly half of all employment in the tourism industry. You can’t put your finger on the map without touching a national park, a nature preserve, private reserve or eco-resort. People come from around the world to fork over Dollars, Euros, Yen and Colones to experience the playland Costa Rica has become.

There is a large investment in alternative energy sources: wind, hydro, solar. Although I haven’t seen any electric cars, I’ve been seeing charging stations in some parking areas. I read last week that the country expects to be “carbon neutral” within 5 years, which will be a challenge given the number of internal combustion vehicles on the road. We were informed that reforestation is one of the major initiatives to achieve that end.

But Greta demands that this effort be cast aside. What we should do, instead, is let the economy of this country crumble. There should be no ships to move produce to markets. Airplanes should be grounded and the tourism trade should be abandoned. No more rental cars, airplane flights, motor boats, etc.

Let the Tico’s eat the papaya, piña, coconut and mangos. Let them drink the coffee and cocoa. They can live in the abandoned resorts and hotels. Just don’t let them have anything more than a subsistence level economy. It’s something they must do so that privileged children in the developed world can indulge their catastrophic visions.

Perhaps we should not pay so much attention to children until they have learned a bit more about the world and have something valuable to say.

Whoa. I didn’t mean to get all heated up like that. I think I will end this post, have another guaro and fruit juice, chill out and post again when I’ve calmed down a bit.

Our host at the apartment we have rented in Montezuma, Costa Rica, told us this afternoon that it will not rain until may. It is now about 9PM and the sound of the rain on the roof is almost loud enough to obscure the calls of the howler monkeys in the jungle outside. Here is a photo to show how close we are to the jungle:

It was a nice drive from Monteverde to Montezuma. It took about three hours and included a steep downhill drive from the mountains to the coast at Punta Arenas.

In Punta Arenas we caught a ferry to Paquera, crossing the Golfo de Nicoya to the southern end of the Nicoya peninsula. about half way across the gulf we passed the Isla San Lucas, which was abandoned as a penal colony in 1991. We wrote last week about an exhibit at the Museo de Arte Costaricanse in San Jose, that included images from an archeological study of the penal colony on San Lucas. Here is what we could see from the ferry:

The road from Paquera to Cóbana is paved, sometimes with new asphalt, and at times with edge to edge potholes.  After leaving the port area we had to pass a number of large trucks that could barely make 10 kph up the hills.  But after that we did quite well.  At Cóbana we headed south along a gravel roads to our little apartment nears Montezuma. Dr. Google engaged in a bit of malpractice on this part of the trip, sending us down roads that had been washed out years ago, and circling around our final destination. A phone call to our host ended a significant frustration.

Montezuma is something of a hippie beach town, and is a twenty minute walk from out apartment, down a steep paved road. Our host advised us we should drive the first time we went to Montezuma to gauge whether we would feel comfortable walking up the hill. We, being good walkers, sneered at the notion and treked off blissfully unaware that he knew that of which he spoke. It wasn’t the steepest hill I’ve been on, nor the longest, but probably takes the prize for the longest steepest road I can recall.

Here are a few photos of what we saw in Montezuma:

After a grueling climb back up the hill, we sat on the patio, watching spider monkeys play in the woods and enjoying the sunset.

The rain is abating and the howler monkeys are howling again. It’s time for bed.

More later. Maybe I’ll get around to demonstrating why Greta Thornberg seems to hate ticos.

Paula is currently typing out a post about the last two days here in Nuevo Arenal. It has been really nice since the rain abated. Yesterday was not exactly sunny, but we spent a lot of time outdoors and did not have to dodge raindrops for more than a few minutes. Today we went on a forest hike and emerged from the jungle to our first experience of of bright sun since we have been in this part of the country. After a couple hours in the sun, I decided my new political slogan will be “Make America Sweat Again.”

Tonight I’ll mostly post photos without too much narrative. I’ve come to find that noone really appreciates my outstanding wit as much as I, so there will be no more of that.

Yesterday spent so much time out and about that neither of us had much energy to summarize the day. We started with another walk in the local forest, and I began composing my thoughts about another gray day of clouds and rain. Knowing it would be wet, we drove to a private reserve called Mistico which has a very well developed trail with a number of suspension bridges, some of which were above the forest canopy. We sprung a few bucks extra for a guided tour, which we were told would be in a group of ten people. However, after we arrived at the park we found that the group had already been filled so we were assigned a private guide, Alonzo.

Alonzo is a young man who has been working as a tour guide for thirteen years, and is currently a backup guide at the Mistico park. He was an impressive guide who was able to explain the habits of the forests creatures, the role of various plants in the ecosystem, and the evolutionary pressures affecting both plants and wildlife. He was able to show us spider monkeys, howler monkeys, several bird species, nesting bats and owls, snakes, various ants, bees, and the like. He used Paula’s camera to take some great photographs through the telescope he carried on the entire walk.

There were a few times, however, that I think he was exaggerating. For instance, when we mentioned that we had heard the howler monkey will throw feces at people who got to close, he agreed, and elaborated that several monkeys would do that, including the Foostiner monkey, whose poop supposedly has magical qualities, according to folklore, and being hit by their feces is considered auspicious. That is why most Costa Ricans understand that ………!

“But you promised!”, I hear you say. I’m not sympathetic, since you know I can’t be trusted.

Here are a few photographs from the park:

Leaf Cutter Ants are not grouped in army’s, but in Corps of Engineers. They bring the cuttings from the upper leaves of palm trees into their nest, where the leaves are coated with excrement and saliva to generate fungus that will feed the colony.

I apparently forgot to take any photos of the suspended bridges. I trust Paula did, so check out her post (“two good days”).

Today we went to the Arenal 1968 park that is adjacent to the Volcan Arenal National Park. This park is another private reserve that claims to allow visitors to get the closest view of the volcano since climbing in the national park is no longer allowed. The park is named for the 1968 eruption that destroyed a number of towns, including the original Arenal, the ruins of which are currently under the lake.

Visitors to this park can choose a trail over the lava field from the 1968 eruption, or take a forest trail that joins the lava field trail after a couple of kilometers. We did not see much wildlife, though we did hear some howler monkeys along the trail.

After the hike was completed, Paula wanted to swim in the lake, so we headed to the boat dock and finally got to see the lake in full color.

It was a great day to be outside. It was a great day to be alive.

More later.

The casita we are occupying is within a development called Residencia Flores, which consists of upscale homes on irregularly spaced lots, most of which have views of the lake. This particular property does not have a lake view, unless you count standing on tip toes, looking over the trees to a patch of water. That is not a complaint, since we were not promised a lake view and did not expect one.

A three minute walk, however, takes us to a paved walking trail leading to a quasi-overlook with a very nice view. We walked that trail three times today (the last time in reverse).

In the morning we had a clear view to the other side. Even though the hills on that side were somewhat obscured, it was the best visibility we have had in a couple days. Our hopes were up, and it seemed the weather was lifting and we could have a rewarding day outside. The image of the same view from the afternoon confirms that the weather lifted, at least for a while today. But that was later.

With great enthusiasm and a song in our hearts (one song, two hearts) we headed off to the Arenal 1968 private reserve hoping to have a nice hike. As we got closer to the reserve, the weather was a bit more like this:

We arrived at the park exactly as the skies opened and an entire reservoir emptied on us. We decided that a walk in the heavy rain might be good, even though we wouldn’t see anything due to the fog. However we also decided that it wouldn’t be 35 dollars worth of good.

Since we were going to get wet if we were to leave the safety of the car, we figured we should at least be intentional about it, and headed off to a popular hot spring at Tabacon.

I wouldn’t say the springs were hot, though: the water was around 90F. I also wouldn’t call the spring a spring. It was more like a river cascading through a series of pools as the river dropped at a fifteen degree or so slope. The current was so strong we had to brace ourselves in one way or another to keep from being washed down stream. I did not take photos for fear of dropping the camera in the river. It was a nice experience for a while, but eventually became quite crowded. We plan to return.

All of my life I’ve had a fear of falling ( or maybe it’s a fear of jumping). I’m particularly cautious when I can’t see where I am placing my feet. This anxiety is magnified when climbing over lava in a significant current. So as I climbed carefully through the last pool as we exited, a middle aged man asked me ” are you going to make it?”, meaning, I am sure, “old man, do you need some help?” It seems that I am way to young to be treated as though I am elderly.

On the way back to our casita we stopped at a bistro that was reputed to have a great view. It wasn’t bad. Unfortunately the view itself decided to not put forth its best face.

We did have a great sunset at home.

It is getting late and we are planning to get out of the house early tomorrow, hopefully to go to the hanging bridges nearby. We’ll be in touch.

Yesterday we drove from San Jose to Nuevo Arenal where we settled in to a casita in the jungle for five days. The unit is comfortable, if small, and there are a lot of birds of various sizes, shapes and colors. Paula took some great photos that she will be posting tonight. My photos are not good. In fact they were so bad that I’ve actually deleted them. Well, not really. I didn’t take any.

Instead I was pondering how this is supposed to be the dry season in Costa Rica when it has been raining almost continuously since we got to Nuevo Arenal. More on that later.

We asked our host where we could find Arenal Viejo. (Suddenly I wonder why the adjective nuevo (new) precede the proper noun and the adjective viejo (old) follows it?) Be that as it may, we found that the original Arenal is now at the bottom of the lake that bears its name, the same name as the nearby volcano.

At least we’ve been been told it is nearby, and there are numerous maps, guidebooks, internet sites, posters and calendars that attest to its existence. Here, for instance is a photo from the guidebook we brought along:

This, however, is what we saw when we went to La Fortuna today.

You can see the church, which is definitely there, but the supposed volcano is missing. Clearly this is a very well orchestrated and complex conspiracy, but for the life of me I can’t figure out why they would go through all the trouble.

Oh, Wait. Paula found my meds. I’ll get back to you on this.

I didn’t post yesterday, though Paula did. She did not include in her post however, that she negotiated an excellent deal renting a full sized SUV. I mean she got us this vehicle for less than half the current cost of renting a sedan during the high season. Given that she made the deal, it was appropriate that I “let” her drive. I had the opportunity to watch the passing landscape from the passenger side.

I am a passenger a handful of times in the last year, and make up for the lack of physical control with an endless stream of observations and instructions. This became especially problematic for us when Google Maps directed us to a shortcut using an officially “unknown” road. At least it would look like a road if it actually had a surface like a road, but this one was so filled with ruts and potholes that it was difficult to notice it was actually a slippery quagmire. “Watch out!!!” I calmly shouted. That was when Paula offered to “let” me walk the rest of the way.

Most of the roads we have been on have been good, mostly well paved with few potholes. In that regard they are better than most streets in Albuquerque. However, there are no shoulders, for the most part, and the edges of the pavement end with an unforgiving incline. The likelihood of recovering if the tires left the road is remote. And did I say the roads are narrow and that there are numerous one lane bridges? Pluswhich there are many areas with no center lines.

Today we drove from Nuevo Arenal to La Fortuna. It had been raining since we got here, and our host says it really hasn’t stopped raining since the rainy season ended in November. Clouds were low, and visibility was somewhere around 100 to 200 meters on the way to La Fortuna. The volume of rain coming down alternated between sheets and buckets.

During the drive I watched calmly from the passenger side, noting how close we were to the road’s edge while simultaneously watching oncoming cars, driven too fast for conditions, careen into our lane from around blind curves. My eeks and erks were hardly more than 90 decibles.

We arrived safely having traversed the 40 kilometers in slightly more than an hour. That’s 24 miles. The guide books warn the reader not to estimate drive times based on experience elsewhere, but I must say Dr Google has been spot on during the times we consulted it. (How does Google know you’ll be stuck behind a bus or gasoline tanker for twenty minutes?) Google Maps is one of the few remaining domains where Google does not do evil.

In La Fortuna I came up with another imponderable. There has been so much discussion about “cultural imperialism” and penetration of local economies by the evil global capitalist conglomerates. I’m wondering, though, whether the concerns about these economic and cultural developments include all the new age and countercultural stuff.

One might think that I am being a bit negative, and I probably am. I read an article on the internet alleging that most people lie about the quality of their vacations. Mostly, they argued, people overstate the good and understate the bad. I take the opposite track.

The rain has been a disappointment, primarily since we want to hike a number of trails in the national parks, spend a lot of time outdoors, and enjoy great views of this wonderful landscape. Perhaps we will be able to do so later this week, though the weather forecast is bleak. Meanwhile we are planning to go hiking tomorrow, rain or shine.

On the plus side, living in the desert we do not get to experience prolonged periods of rain. , Since it is not cold here, we can actually appreciate it. Plus the humidity is really nice, especially for my old man skin.

Enough for today. I’m hoping we’ll have some good images to share tomorrow.