Sunday, May 27, 2012

It's a third world country after all...



In Costa Rica most tourist go to Monteverde, Arenal Volcano, Tramarindo Beach, etc., all of which are to the north of San Jose, but few go to Limon (Limon is considered the entire Caribbean cost of Costa Rica).  I was not terribly concerned about making special trip to Limon if apparently it was not that great.  Boy, did I make the wrong assumption!  A friend of Wirlan’s wife, Vincio, was in-between jobs and applying for volunteer work in the UK so he offered to help Wirlan out with marketing work and dealing with selling to businesses before he leaves for the UK.  Prior to Vincio, we call him Vini, arrival I had my own office and there is plenty of space for another person in my office so he was placed with me.  Initially I was a little bummed about this… who does not want to have their own office?  However, after nearly 5 months in exile in my office at work haha it was really nice to have someone to talk to!  Vini’s English is pretty good and he likes talking to me to improve his English skills… this justifies me blabbing to him haha  One day we were talking about food in Costa Rica and how I was getting a little (a lot) sick of plain white rice and beans and how the food is so bland here.   Vini understood and said that in the southern Caribbean area of Costa Rica they used more spices and use coconut milk in their rice and beans!  I then asked where I could eat that here in San Jose and he said that there are a couple of restaurants but it is not the same that I should go to Puerto Viejo, Limon  (old port) to try it.  I explained that I do not have a car and joked saying, when are we going!? Haha and he followed through!  Vincio, his friend Dyane and I went to Puerto Viejo, Limon on Saturday!  It is about a 4 hour drive to Puerto Viejo but only about 100 miles.  The one highway that goes through Limon has to go through the mountains, rainforest, etc. is very curvy and narrow.  The road is well known for being the most dangerous road in Costa Rica… no worries, I lived to speak of it and in my experience it was not that bad but I could see if you were driving to fast you could very easily get into an accident.


Puerto Viejo is the far right hand corner of Limon less than 30 kilometers from the border with Panama.

On our way to Puerto Viejo we drove through Braulio Carrillo National Park/Nature Reserve that was absolutely Amazing!  We were literally driving on a “highway” (two lane poorly paved bumpy road) in the middle of the rainforest!  I was in awe!  I went to the rainforest in Australia and was relatively disappointed and same to the rain forest in Northern Costa Rica but this is exactly what I pictured when I think of a Rain Forest!  I was like a little kid living my dream!  Vini and Dyane kept asking if I wanted to stop and take pictures but pictures would not have done it justice they continued on with me in the back seat with my head out the window like a dog in heaven.  We did stop at Rio Sucio, Dirty River, to take some pictures. 

A little path in the Rain forest to Rio Sucio.


One is blue the other is brown...

 And they come together but they do not mix!

Costa Ricans are extremely creative with the names of their towns and rivers.  At one point at work I had to go through the different towns in Costa Rica and boy are they repetitive, with their favorites being San Rafael and Concepcion, there are 9 of latter and 6 of the former.  They are also just as creative with the rivers in Costa Rica.  Some rivers that I have seen… Rio Banana Norte, Rio Banana Sur, Rio Sucio, Rio Blanco, Rio Negro, and even a Rio Concepcion to follow up on one of their favorite town names! Vinico, Dyane and I were joking abou this every time we passed a river with a boring name or towns with the same name. 


When we are driving into the “heart of Limon” the biggest city in Limon which is close to the Banana farms and other manufacturing buildings, Vini says “there are a lot of black people in Limon”… leave it to the blunt Ticos.  So the only response to that statement is, why? … Historically, Limon is the center for Banana production in Costa Rica, which prior to tourism was the biggest aspect to Costa Rica’s economy.  In the early 19th century, when the land was first declared a major Banana production site many Americans moved there, you know to boss people around, exploit the workers… the regular, and many Jamaicans were forced to move to Costa Rica to work on the Banana farms and build a railroad for the transportation of goods, people and mainly… Bananas.  Today, many of the residents in Limon have American last names, i.e. Williamson, Anderson, Smith, ect. because of course the Americans gave them new names with they forced them to come to Costa Rica.  It was kind of strange seeing buildings that said Wilson and Company or Smith’s Restaurante etc. while driving through the small city in Limon.

Its like the Amazon! haha

And the Caribbean Ocean! 


It’s a third world after all. Where I live in San Jose it is apparent that some people do not live as well as other in Costa Rica and especially not that of American standards but it still is not what one would picture a third world/underdeveloped country to look like.  However, when you drive outside you San Jose it becomes far clearer that it is still an underdeveloped country, especially in Limon.  Limon is considered one of the poorest parts of the country and it was quite evident when we drove through the town that statement is true.  Because the climate never gets old and they only protect themselves from the rain some of the houses were virtually a roof one wall and a few poles holding it up.  The houses that had four walls were incredibly small and probably still housed a small family.  There were no shopping centers or theme parks, etc. but oddly enough there was a casino?  For most parts of San Jose being so developed it was really surprising to see the large social disparity within a country.

The ocean in Limon is not as nice as the Pacific side of the Country and it just looked kind of sad.




Before making our way to Puerto Viejo we stopped at Cahuita National Park and walked around, climbed some trees, etc.  Of course it was raining because we were in the rain forest! … well and it is rainy season here haha











Oh. My. Best meal of my life! In Puerto Viejo we asked a few locals where the best place to eat was and they all recommended Tamara’s.  They had very typical Costa Rican food but the rice and beans were cooked differently and they have different sauces or should I say they actually use spices instead of bland food, no hard feelings San Jose.








Ohh that thing called work.  Despite many peoples beliefs I still do work here, every week day from 8am-5:30pm.  It is not a continuous vacation. Recently at work I have been sorting through, interviewing people to take my position at work because in 3 very short weeks I will be leaving Costa Rica.  It was kind of cool to be on the other end of the interviewing process and be the one to tell someone they have the job!  I, of course did not have the final say but I had a pretty big say in who got interviews and who the final candidates were.  Recently, Wirlan had been driving around Costa Rica on his motocycle testing the map and taking new points of interests.  On Friday he was not in all-day and texted me to remind me to take care of payment that was pending.  I said it was done and wished him a good weekend and he replied back with “Thank you, you too. You have to watch my video from today.  I almost missed a turn on an unpaved road and almost fell of to see Jesus… if I die doing this make sure to build the statue of me and train Nick super well.”  We always joke around about creating addresses in Costa Rica and that inturn they will build a statue of him and Nick is the person who will be taking my spot so basically if Wirlan dies he is concerned about work… a true work-a-holic. 


I apologize for the delayed update but when I do not travel it is pretty much just a regular weekend ... I can only write about soup and grocery stores so much! ;)  I will probably be updating this one more time before I leave to come home on June 13th.  Thank you for reading!

Tuesday, May 1, 2012

Soup


One of the great things about Costa Rica is the easily accessible beaches.  No matter where you are in Costa Rica you are at most 2 hours away from a beach, which makes for the perfect weekend commute.  From Pavas, San Jose (where I live) it is about an hour and 15 minute commute to one of the closest beaches, Jaco.  This past Sunday, Anais, Anais’ friend Bryan, Bryan’s sister in law, Tara and I went to Jaco and went BUNGEE JUMPING!!!  I have attempted to go bungee jumping before in New Zealand but could not go because of weather conditions but I finally got to go!  Bryan, who is a Tico, had found coupons for buy one get one free for the bungee and the “rocket launcher” which was a concoction that strapped you in super tight and launched you in the air!  I was pretty sick on Sunday but I really wanted to go bungee jumping so I put my big girl pants (shorts) on took some medicine and off I went.  (Random but fun fact… you can literarily by one pill at the pharmacy here, you do not have to but the whole box!) I agreed to go first so when they strapped me into the harness for the rocket launcher I was confused as to what they were doing because Bryan failed to mention that we were getting the rocket launcher for free… After when Anais asked him why he didn’t tell us he said that “he thought it was irrelevant” haha  So there I was strapped into an extremely tight harness and they were clipping cables on the two sides of me while I am standing on a platform about 20 feet from the ground.  I am so confused as to what is going on and I ask the guy if this is a tester for the bungee to make sure the cables hold us and he just mumbles so I assume that it is because no one is telling me what is going on (everyone else was on the ground our of yelling reach) so they start counting down (5, 4, 3, 2, 1) and I am thinking I’m going down but I went UP! Hahaha it was a ton of fun and I actually liked it more than the bungee!  The bungee was off a platform not a bridge with a 6-foot deep pool underneath it… not very comforting but we did it and lived to tell of it!


                                               The Pool...                  
     

                                            The Rocket Launcher

 
                                          The Results of the Rocket Launcher



                                                Anais and I.

 
                                           Bryan and Tara.



                                                  It was high...




Apparently May 1st is a holiday in Costa Rica… So Tuesday morning I got ready for work and I got a text from Anais saying that she caught my “plague” and luckily today was a holiday… that was news to me so I called Wirlan and was like do I have work today? … Nope.  My “plague” got worse on Monday and I ended up leaving work early so I failed to get the heads up that I did not have work on Tuesday.

Soup… Being sick abroad is probably on my list of my least favorite things… No matter how old you are I think it calls for a “I want my mommy moment.”  However, since I have been here I am pretty proud of how self-sufficient I have become.  I do not have a car nor do I have anyone holding my hand, which has made for a few challenging moments and these past few days but I made it!  Before I explain my soup dilemma I am going to explain how grocery stores in Costa Rica work because it is a little confusing… There are four major types of “grocery stores” in Costa Rica.  There is the “super” or Chino (because 90% of the time they are run by Chinese people… the term is totally social acceptable), the “Fresh Market’s”, the “Pali’s” and the “Auto Mercado’s”.  Chinos are comparable to a CVS but much dirtier and packed but they are probably used by the most people… to me they are my least favorite place, ever but so many people buy things there.. everything from toilet paper to rice and beans.  There is also a different mentality here people to not “stock up” on products they just buy what they need for the time being like 2 rolls of toilet paper instead of a pack of 12 or one can of beans instead of 6.  I am pretty sure this is because wages are less in Costa Rica so people do not have the money to “stock up” but at the same time it is not as cost effective so it is still a mystery.  Moving on to the “Fresh Markets” of Costa Rica.  Fresh Market is a branch in Costa Rica but it is comparable to the other branches like it (this is the same for Pali and Auto).  Fresh Market is like your classy 7/11 of the US as for it is very clean and sells more American products than the Chinos… it is like the upper class Chino.  Then there are you Pali’s, which are like dirty warehouses that sell cheap name brands and goods and not an American product in sight.  Lastly, the beautiful Auto Mercado!  If you were to walk into an Auto Mercado it would be the most similar to walking into an American grocery store but bad news bears it is also the most expensive… you are paying for what you get!  Today I saw a 16 oz. bottle of nesquick chocolate milk for $4.75… I whimpered.   So on Monday night after a slept for the entire afternoon I had somewhat of an appetite for food.  There was nothing more I wanted in the world than for someone to bring me a nice can of soup, which you would think would be easy to find… think again.  They do not regularly sell canned soup or really soup for that matter.  They only have soup at the “American grocery stores” aka Auto Mercado that happens to almost 2 miles walking distance from my house… that was not happening at 8pm when I was the walking dead.  So I got a little crafty and made “chicken parm” aka chicken, tomato sauce that comes out for a bag (I shit you not) and Costa Rica “parmesan cheese” (it tastes a little/lot a bit different).  I had the chicken and cheese and walked to the closest Chino (a half a mile away) and bought some lovely bagged tomato sauce.  I really just wanted something familiar, “comfort food” and it did the trick!  By Tuesday I was feeling a lot better and worked up the momentum to walk to Auto Mercado the “America” grocery store to get some soup for Anais and I…I was also feeling guilty I give Anais my plague.  So I get the soup and a few other things (PUDDINGGGG!!.. the little things in life) and dropped off the soup at Anais’ apartment and got home only to find out that Vero and Luisa DO NOT HAVE A CAN OPENER… WHATTT!!  And the closest place that I could get my hands on a can opener was again, over a mile away.  So the can of soup is cruelly sitting in my room and when I get my hands on an opener!... It better be the best damn can of soup I will ever have when I get it open! 

Found this in Auto... Do you think its rainy season... So many Umbrellas...