thanks, but no thanks.
07.05.2011 - 07.05.2011
Jaco, Jaco, Jaco, why must thou make such a poor first impression?
Allow me to explain.
The day couldn't have started more "according to plan". We woke up at the crack of dawn (which in Costa Rica is 5am) to howling monkeys, a gently rising sun and a breath of refreshing cool night air. After packing up our bags, and downing a quick breakfast, we headed out to wait for the 6am bus which was to take us to the ferry in Paqueras, on which we would cross over to Puntarenas, where we would hop onto another bus headed for Jaco. We anticipated an 8 hour journey (which, after 5 days of relaxation on the beautiful coast of the Nicoya Peninsula, neither of us were looking forward to) which turned out to be a pleasantly surprising 6 hour trip, despite a flat tire on the bus. We arrived in Jaco and it was HOT!!! We walked across town to the hostel where we had made a reservation on the internet and by the time we arrived, we were dripping in sweat and could barely think straight. The incredibly welcoming and seemingly friendly owners of the house, who really seemed to try to nurture a peace and love environment, suggested we take a dip in the pool to cool off, and that’s exactly what we did. It felt AMAZING! Now we needed to deal with our second primal need: hunger! Having read up on a few restaurants in town (although anything would - and did, satisfy us at that moment) we put on some dry clothes and asked for the key to our room. That's where things got UGL-AY! The hostel owners were surprised to hear the request, informed us that there was no lock or key but to rest assured because "everything is soooooo safe here" and they "leave their laptops lying around all day" and "we really need to learn to trust people more" and "this is a new system they're implementing, where the hostel is a shared house where there are only open doors" and that "they don't let people stay here if they don't get a good feeling about them so the people in the house are completely trustworthy as well" (…right…thank you Miss Cleo) and "they've had the hostel for 4 years and nothing has ever gone missing", but that they "really do understand where we're coming from because their atv got stolen from right in front of their house" (soooo…what point are you making exactly???). Anyways, this went on for a little while until they offered to put up a lock so that we could lock the room with our own padlock. Naturally, the padlock didn't fit and so as a replacement they offered us a luggage lock. Yes, exactly like the kind you can pick with a bobby pin. We finally told them that we weren’t comfortable leaving our stuff lying around unprotected and that we would find another place to sleep. Now the guy was huffing and puffing about how ridiculous this whole situation was, taking personal offense to us not wanting to leave our belongings lying around his house (to which I saw no door) as the lady ignorantly responded with "do you think that you'll get a key at another hostel?" Not sure whether to laugh or cry for humanity, we told her we would take that risk, turned around and walked away. We quickly found an awesome hostel where our doors lock, the front door locks and the owner doesn't look at us that were crazy for having such…..hmmm… high security expectations. The next few days we'll be chilling around Jaco and on the beach and visiting Parque Nacional Carara, hoping to see the beautiful Scarlett Macaw!