Arriving in Santa Teresa

If this post lacks my usual enthusiasm, do bear with me - 1. The exclamation button doesn't work and 2. my legs are killing me.

So we had a long lie in on Thursday morning after the stresses and trials of travels on Wednesday, getting a late breakfast and generally chatting to the guys around the hostel. Not many girls, weirdly. Anyway, we headed out to La Coca Cola where the buses go from and ended up on the bus to Playa Santa Teresa/Montezuma. I say bus... more like 3.

Costa Rica, so far, is certainly much more gringo/traveller than Ecuador. I suppose the proximity to America, where most of the people we've met have been from, is a high factor. We met some law students and some surfers on the bus. At the ferry terminal, we changed buses, keeping an eye that our luggage definitely got transferred and then hopped on, in the process meeting a lovely French guy who lives in London and who we chatted to for quite a long time. He was also heading to Santa Teresa, whereas most people were going to Montezuma, so we kept talking.

The bus then took us from the ferry stop to a town not even on the map in Rough Guide - Cobano. This is the point where we were glad we took Galileo hostel's advice...the bus to Montezuma was broken, but not the bus to Santa Teresa. Bus went down some dodgy roads and eventually got us to El Pulpo, a restaurant we knew was in Santa Teresa. Getting off and then trying to find Casa Zen - "400m away". Er not quite. And it was tipping it down. EVentually thgough we made it to Casa Zen and into a room at 9pm. Ideal. They have a very nice, if a little expensive, Asian restaurant on site, of which we were all very grateful. Rice has never tasted so good. And the salad too.... sleep time for big time beach chilling.