Five days ago back in Santa Elena in Monteverde I told you that we had a lovely lunch on the veranda at Sabor Tico. 'Sabor' is Spanish for 'flavour'. To add just a little dash of authentic Tico flavour to our meal you may recall that a pickup truck was idling next to our table, allowing the sweet smell of diesel fumes to waft our way.
Miguel politely motioned to the driver that we were slowly but surely asphyxiating over here and he kindly turned off the engine. A few minutes later, when he was ready to leave, he turned the key and.... nothing. Nada. Zippolino. The engine was dead as a gringo who leans out of the boat too far in the caiman infested river.
Esta no problema. Just call your buddy to bring his decrepit pickup truck over (it's a small town - how far away could he have been?) and hook up the battery cable jumpers exactly the way all the packaging warns you not too and then rev the hell out of the decrepit pickup to give the dead pickup a boost but ......still nada.
As he turned the key in the ignition, we could all hear the dreaded click, click, click of the dead alternator. Actually, in Spanish what we heard was clickita, clickita, clickita.
That was simply the sign for more drastic remedial measures. Quickly, half the town had gathered to provide useful advice which, when put into action, included such time-honoured vehicle repair methods as:
1. Poking a broomstick handle repeatedly into random parts of the engine and undercarriage.
2. Taking a hammer to different random parts of the engine. Everybody got into that action. Even me and Miguel took a couple of swipes.
3. Ordering cerveza for everybody and then making a quick exit before being noticed as Los Gringo's that made him turn off the engine in the first place.
We're pretty sure he'll just leave the pickup in that exact spot to rust away, as that appears to be a tried and true method here of handling what are referred to as Los Vehiculos Perdido y Muerto ("The Lost & Dead Vehicles" - also a pretty good name for a rock band).
Back to today. Whoo boy, was it jam packed. After breakfast, I headed immediately to the pool and did not return until almost 4 o'clock when it was time to move to the bar by the pool in order to have a girly drink (banana slushy with a random liquor added). After that, we moved at least 50 yards down AND across the road to a front row cliffside viewing table for dinner and the sunset at El Avion - where we ate last night.
And that's all she wrote. That wass the entire extent of our day here in Costa Rica. We flew 5362 km. from Edmonton just to sit around and do nothing all day. By the pool. On a hot & sunny day. It was heaven.
Tomorrow we head 47 km. south for 3 days in Dominical. 47 km. On the roads in Costa Rica, we figure it won't take more than 7 or 8 hours to get there. We have been told that there are a number of beautiful waterfalls in the jungle just off the beach at Dominical. We are wary. Last time we veered off the bumpy & rocky road to chase after a waterfall en route to Monteverde it took us a good 5 km. of driving on the donkey path to agree that perhaps the sign was wrong as there was no waterfall anywhere in the area.
Logistical problems in lighting the Chanukiah in Costa Rica: The outdoor patio fan blows out the candles unless you turn off the fan. In which case the heat, humidity and mosquitos all arrive simultaneously. Solution: Move your table with the Chanukiah a few metres into the jungle. Then the monkeys and agoutis can enjoy the festival as well.