Beach! Here We Come!
Day 6
This morning we left the little hamlet of Santa Elena for the Pacific Coast. But on the way out, we had to drive through the mountains and hills of Costa Rica. It was here that we continued the treacherous drive through unpaved roads. I wonder why the government just doesn't invest a little more money to pave the roads. There's a reason why infrastructure is called infrastructure. The government invests the money and the improvements add exponentially to the growth of the economy. Better roads equals quicker transport of goods, services, and people. More transport equals more growth. More growth equals better standard of living. Seems pretty simple to me. But unfortunately, the fruit of this labor usually doesn't ripen until after the politicians leave office. It's kind of a horrid catch-22.
Our private shuttle to the beach was pretty much like a private taxi. There was only us and another German couple from Frankfurt. Really nice people. They were headed out to Playa del Cocos to do some diving. We dropped them off first before the driver took us to Playa Potrero. Instead of driving on the nice roads and adding an additional 3o kms, the driver took the Monkey Trail...another series of dirt unpaved roads through the rural countryside. The geography of the Pacific Coast was completely different from the Costa Rica that we had already visited. It's very much like the Santa Monica mountains that connects Malibu with Calabassas. We drove through little streams and navigated giant potholes.
Eventually, we made it to Amy's colleagues' house in Playa Potrero. Good thing he gave her a picture or else who knows how we were going to find the place. It was a nice little house with a main section and another area in the back that's supposed to be the guest house. He's trying to sell it for $475,000.
It was hard for us to get oriented. The biggest problem was that we didn't have any mode of transportation other than our two little feet. We decided to head out onto the beach which was just five minutes away. It was a nice little beach, probably 4 kms wide. We walked toward Playa Flamingo which was the nearest sign of civilization.
This morning we left the little hamlet of Santa Elena for the Pacific Coast. But on the way out, we had to drive through the mountains and hills of Costa Rica. It was here that we continued the treacherous drive through unpaved roads. I wonder why the government just doesn't invest a little more money to pave the roads. There's a reason why infrastructure is called infrastructure. The government invests the money and the improvements add exponentially to the growth of the economy. Better roads equals quicker transport of goods, services, and people. More transport equals more growth. More growth equals better standard of living. Seems pretty simple to me. But unfortunately, the fruit of this labor usually doesn't ripen until after the politicians leave office. It's kind of a horrid catch-22.
Our private shuttle to the beach was pretty much like a private taxi. There was only us and another German couple from Frankfurt. Really nice people. They were headed out to Playa del Cocos to do some diving. We dropped them off first before the driver took us to Playa Potrero. Instead of driving on the nice roads and adding an additional 3o kms, the driver took the Monkey Trail...another series of dirt unpaved roads through the rural countryside. The geography of the Pacific Coast was completely different from the Costa Rica that we had already visited. It's very much like the Santa Monica mountains that connects Malibu with Calabassas. We drove through little streams and navigated giant potholes.
Eventually, we made it to Amy's colleagues' house in Playa Potrero. Good thing he gave her a picture or else who knows how we were going to find the place. It was a nice little house with a main section and another area in the back that's supposed to be the guest house. He's trying to sell it for $475,000.
It was hard for us to get oriented. The biggest problem was that we didn't have any mode of transportation other than our two little feet. We decided to head out onto the beach which was just five minutes away. It was a nice little beach, probably 4 kms wide. We walked toward Playa Flamingo which was the nearest sign of civilization.
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