Journey to La Fortuna
28.04.2011 - 28.04.2011
After a night spent amongst Costa Rican creepy crawlers, we toured the town of Sarchí, famous for its abundance of wooden crafts, and set off for a full day of bus rides towards the touristy town La Fortuna. As we'd so quickly come to expect, everyone was extremely friendly and helpful on every leg of our journey: we were always greated with generous smiles, kind advice and precise and accurate directions. The latter comes in quite handy as Costa Ricans do not seem to believe in street names, which are nowhere to be found. Places, at least in the small towns we've visited so far, are described in terms of their relative location, for example "100m west and 175m south of the market".
As we entered our final bus ride, and had our first true encounter with other tourists, we spent the first few minutes of the trip standing up as the bus was full. A kind man, after offering to hold our bags on his laps (thanks, but no thanks) and then insisting we take his seat, finally just got up out of his seat and stood there, so I sat down. As we stopped at a town further along our route, many people got off the bus, and two adjacent seats became available. Before we even had a chance to spot them, a man was calling out to us, strongly encouraging us to sit down and suggesting we store our bags above our heads (which we did not). When we got off the bus during one of the stops, one of the tourists ran up to us in a panic, asking if by any chance we'd seen a man walk out with his red back pack that he'd stored above his head… oh crap. This was a much needed reality check for us, because although we were quite careful, we had let our guard down a little. People here have been extremely kind, but of course every town in every country has its share of bad people and tourists are such easy preys.
We got off at La Fortuna, swarmed by tour guides and such, which was another reality check : we've now entered touristland.