One Night In Bangkok + Full Moon Party + 5 Star Hotels

DISCLAIMER: My computer charger had broke – thus not allowing us to keep up with the blog. However – we have TONS AND TONS of Videos about to posted in the coming weeks…. that will be priceless. (Also a few blogs that we will toss together).
WITHOUT FURTHER ADU………..
A “Guest Blog Post” From our good friend YOUNG STEIN aka Elliot Stein.
“Well, myself and the two boys from the We Travel Tight Crew went back at it again. Part two of the adventures entailed the country of Thailand. The journey was packed full with excitement, adventures, and a lifetime of memorable experiences. The trip once again taught me how important traveling is to my life, and how no one should deprive themselves of the experience.
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My trip began from Texas to San Francisco where I stopped for a night for a family engagement. The following evening, I flew from San Francisco to Manila with a re-fuel stop in Guam. From Manila I had a nonstop flight to Bangkok, Thailand. It was a long trip, but I was prepared with a pack full with my ipad and 3 books.

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When I arrived in Bangkok I took a cab to Koh Sahn Road, Bangkok. This road is the Bourbon Street of Southeast Asia. I noticed hundreds of shops, bars, hostels and merchants packed full in this tiny little street. Although cumbersome and somewhat difficult to navigate, I was able to quickly find Dan and Avi and reconvene at The Cherondee hotel (a simple and  relatively quiet place to stay  in Bangkok!). From there the three of us ventured out on Koh Sahn Road, mingled with the locals, and then took a 1-hour long boat ride through the river of Chao Phraya . On the river boat we were able to witness the hustle and bustle of Bangkok, several temples, and a few slums located on top of the river. Although poor and dirty conditions, all the children still swam in the river with smiles on their faces from ear to ear waving at their tourists passing by. Avi and Dan went out on Koh Sahn Road, while I caught up on sleep and did my best to shake off my jet leg.

The next morning we caught our bus to Kanchanaburi, Thailand, located two hours west of Bangkok. That afternoon we planned out our next few days, and made a great friend named (lets call him Mr. Hammock), who helped us with planning our upcoming journey to the south islands of Thailand for the full moon party and rock climbing. That evening we went out on the town of Kanchanaburi, partook in 10 Baht shots with two Israelis, and enjoyed the company of numerous Thai locals.

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The following day was packed full with a 5 part tour. In the morning we enjoyed a long stay at Erawan Falls National Park, which had a series of 7 waterfalls. A challenging hike to the top proved worth it, and each waterfall was more unique and picturesque as the last. We were able to swim around the falls, and even slide down one of them. You can check out our fun youtube video here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t5ScbAPoi58.

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The next part of the tour was a 45 minute outing on an elephant through the mountains of rural Thailand. The stunning views provided for a unique trek. I was able to bum an unfiltered cigarette (don’t worry mom, it was only tobacco) from my driver, at which he chuckled at my attempt to inhale. After feeding the elephants, we drifted down the river on man made bamboo rafts which may or may not still be floating today (they literally had water coming over the tops while we were floating). Subsequently, we traveled to long wooden bridge built by POWs during WWII known as “Death Railway”, and rode a train four stops down seeing the Thai countryside along the way. The last stop of our tour we caught a glimpse of the Thai train running across the Kanchanburi bridge where we indulged in amazing chicken skewers for under 30 cents!.

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The following day, we rented 3 motorbikes from our friend “Mr. Hammock”. It was a 37km drive to the “Tiger Temple”.  Avi and Dan although not seasoned vets on the scooters, seemed to be a bit more accustomed than the amateur that I was. We were forced to drive on the left side of the road (opposite of what I was used to in the US), weave in and out of semis and cars, and get to the road we needed to get to. With mountains in the backdrop and as wind and gravel flew into my face it was here I noticed we were truly traveling in majestic lands.

At the tiger temple, we were greeted by 20-25 lounging felines getting their much needed rest and sunshine. They were very calm and at ease even with the hundreds of tourists glaring and awing at their beauty. The three of us took our large creature on a 5 minute walk down to the canyon, as we watched the rest of the beasts make their trek behind us. We were then allowed to pet and hug several tigers, and lay with them in the sand. Our journey back to the town eventful to say the least, and I was lucky enough to still be able to write this with a full head on my shoulders after taking a small little spill on the gravel.

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That evening we had our train tickets booked on a third class car down to Surat Thani. Since it was peak season, a comfortable seat or bed, although affordable for us, was most certainly unavailable. The train was packed solid with Thai travelers, with some sleeping in the bathrooms or even standing for the full 14 hour trip. Noinetheless, we chugged along and tried to get any sleep on these uncomfortable seats and acknowledged the fact that we were “roughing it out.”

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When we awoke from the train (and thankfully we were all able to sleep… a little), we took a short ferry ride to the island of Ko Samui. We were able to set our stuff down at a hostel, and began the expedition over to Ko Pha Ngan, to enjoy the “Full Moon Party”. This is an important party to the Thai people and mostly its travelers, with thousands upon thousands  flocking to the island in search of fun and freedom. Details of this evening may not be suitable for all readers, and thus can only be discussed through private conversations. (The We Travel tight boys will be posting a video and small blog on this later)

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The next morning we arrived at the 5 star resort of the Conrad Ko Samui. Blessing #839 of my job allowed the 3 of us to stay there essentially for free.  Inside the elegant room we had a large 75 gallon bathtub, a shower with a waterfall coming from the ceiling, a toilet with a phone, personal robes and slippers, and to top it all off: our own private infinity pool. It was luxurious to say the least, and we were no doubt traveling “tight” by being well stocked with peanuts and ramen noodles to avoid the $40 dollar meals the hotel offered. We spent the next few days and nights lounging around the resort, watching the Vikings game playoff game , having it streamed to us  at 4 in the morning in the Villa, and were treated to a boat ride to a nearby private beach on Ko Mat Sum. In addition, we made it back to Koh Pha Ngan to another Full Moon Party, this time to ring inthe New years of 2013 with the many thousands of our other travelers alike.

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With the new year and new beginnings welcomed, we made our way off of Ko Samui and continued the trek to Krabi on a VIP bus packed solid with 10 other men (3 from the U.S., 3 from Chile, 2 from New Zealand, one from Australia, and one from Swaziland). We met a nice Californian named Max, who recommended we stay on the beach of Ton Sai. From Ao Nang (and are we glad we took his advice), we took a tug boat with him and Henry (who I think has my iphone, if you are reading this please give it back if possible) to Ton Sai. It is not an island, but the towering cliffs and terrain of the area make it impossible to access by road. Ton Sai appeared to be one of Thailand’s best kept secrets among traveling backpackers. Hundreds of rock climbers descend on the location from all over the world to climb up its cliffs every day. It had a distinctive look, as if it could have been pictured in a Dr. Seuss book.

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The next morning, we went to the other side of the peninsula known as Railay Beach. As there is no road, the only other way would have been to take a boat; however, there is somewhat of a path but it is best suited for adequate hiking shoes (it only takes about 10 minutes, but it is accessed through small crevices up and down large rocks). We spent the rest of the day, afternoon, and evening with Avi’s brother Eli and his girlfriend Jessie. We relaxed on Pranang Cave Beach, and ate dinner back at Ton Sai.

The next morning we took a 2 hour ferry to Ko Phi Phi, which we quickly learned isn’t a secret anymore and is in fact a very very popular Thailand tourist destination. Although the island is stricken with beauty, it is very crowded, and not well maintained. If you do travel to Thailand I suggest you stay on the northeastern side of the island, as although it is a bit more pricey, the smell will be much more of what a Westerner is accustomed to. Unfortunately it proved to be much too hectic to meet up with Eli again, so the three of us took a boat ride to Koh Phi Phi Leh, and Maya beach. This was the filming location of the Danny Boyle movie “The Beach”. It is a national park, and there are no permanent inhabitants on the island. Spending the afternoon snorkeling felt like an important pilgrimage for me, and as if I had successfully reached the destination myself and Leo (DiCaprio) had been seeking. That evening we enjoyed an extravagant fire show on the island of Ko Phi Phi, a Muay Thai boxing match (Tourist  fighting other tourists after a few cocktails) , and an authentic Thai massage.

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The next day we went back to Ton Sai, and upon our arrival Avi smiled and  proclaimed “Welcome Home”. Some people wouldn’t dream to call a place like this home, but while traveling, it becomes real. We spent long hours with our good friends on the beach with Mr. Chang, and Mr. Pancake, who exemplified Thai people through hosting us with their laughter, fun and food.

 

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My trip was winding down and the boys gave me a good sendoff as if they were sending their first child to their freshman dorm. I had graduated the life of a traveling man, and was prepared to make the long journey home solo. I spent another day in Bangkok, got a grand tour of the city on a tok tok, saw Big Buddha, the Grand Palace, and the Thai export center. I spent another evening on Koh Sahn road, and arrived back at the airport the next morning to begin 33 hours of flying on 4 different planes and through 3 different countries.

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One could say traveling is a drug. Although not a substance, it has a physiological effect when introduced to the body. This effect has greater implications when you are young. Thousands upon thousands of young adults travel to these corners of the world in search of whatever may be: enlightenment, excitement, enjoyment. It cannot be stressed enough to enjoy these pleasures by whatever means necessary, at any point in your life, and where ever you may be in life”

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-Young Elliot

 

 


Look Out Asia, Here We COME!

After being “home” in Minnesota for a month, celebrating with friends and family for our sibling’s weddings, it was time for us to once again get back to discovering the world and the many beauties it bestows .

Packing our backpacks and preparing our stuff was much easier this time around as we had picked up on some dos/dont’s from our first trip. For example – pack half of what you think you will need, and then after completely zipping it shut…take half of your things out then repack it. You soon realize while you travel that you will not want to take more than a few t-shirts, and few pairs of shorts…. As you tend to re-wear things several times over and over again.

Packing up time

Packing up time

Our 3 stop, and over 23 hour journey over to Southeast Asia was was going to make our six hour journey to Costa Rica seem like a walk in the park. On November 24th, 2012 we left from  Minneapolis–>Chicago–>Seoul, South Korea–>Ho Chi Minh City, Vietnam . From the trips onset, we could tell things were going to be different this time around. We weren’t freshman…we had earned our high school diploma in understanding the backpacker’s lifestyle, nabbed our bachelors on living on a budget, and were on our way to getting out masters in discovering the history and enchantment behind Southeast Asia.

Our Flight Path From Chicago To South Korea

Our Flight Path From Chicago To South Korea

We were flying Asiana Airlines, an airline unfamiliar to both of us inherently {since neither of us had been anywhere in Asia yet}. They have been recognized as one of the top international airlines in past few years so our expectations were high. The food was good, the service was excellent and after a few complimentary cocktails and a couple hour snooze, we were in Seoul, South Korea before we knew it {This was our layover before heading to Vietnam}. For those of you that do not know, Incheon International Airport {Seoul’s airport} has been rated by the Airport Council  International as the best airport world wide for seven years in a row (2005–2012). The airport has a golf course, spa, private sleeping rooms, ice skating rink, a casino, indoor gardens and a Museum of Korean Culture, it’s crazy (also probably the cleanest airport I’ve ever seen as well)

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Incheon-International-Airport, South Korea

5 short hours later we landed in Ho Chi Minh City tired, delirious and extremely excited all at the same time. Like sheep we followed the crowds as we made our way through customs much faster than we had expected.

Arriving in Style

Arriving in Style

Baggage claim was a different story. We found out very quickly that there is no such thing as “personal space” in Asia. After watching about 50 or so cardboard boxes go around the carousel, we grew a little anxious that we would fall victim to being those dudes with the lost luggage. As one of our bags peeked its head around the carousal, we eagerly ran over and hugged it like a child who had been kidnapped for fifteen years and finally reunited.

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Non stop: box’s on top of box’s

Walking outside of the airport gave us a glimpse of what it must be like to be like Justin Beiber to someone. Directly outside, there had to be at least 1000 Vietnamese people who were screaming at the top of their lungs, desperately calling out to relatives that just landed. Although they weren’t actually cheering for us, we thought it would be funnier to go along with the Beiber theme, so we smiled and waived back pretending we were celebrities.

Coming out of the airport

Coming out of the airport

HELPFUL HINT: At this moment in time (A Vietnam “DONG”, which is the currency is about 20,000 Dong to $1 USD), a cab should cost between $10-15 USD from the airport to quarter 1 of Ho Chi Minh {Central city where all the back packers live}.

We found this out the hard way when we took what we thought to be a “reliable” cab service to our hostel.A little over $40USD later, we finally arrived. Unfortunately with the increase in tourism in the area this happens frequently. Fellow travelers - be forewarned of these schemes (lesson learned). We checked into our guesthouse exhausted and completely shell shocked from the vastly different world we had just encountered. Exhausted and disoriented, we checked into our hotel, tossed our heads on our pillows and called it a night.

#WelcomeBackToHostelLife

#WelcomeBackToHostelLife

 

TAXIS TO TAKE IN HO CHI MINH CITY: ONLY TAKE Mailinh and Vinasun taxis. these are the only taxis that use meters and also are the good ones according to the locals we’ve met. Always make sure you have them do meter or agree on a price before you get in the cab.

RIDING ON THE BACK OF MOTORBIKES: If you choose to hop on the back of a motorbike like we did – a general rule of thumb is at most you should pay about $1 for every Kilometer you go roughly. 

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NICARAGUA THROUGH THE EYES OF STEIN: A Guest Blog Post from “A Visitor” of WE Travel Tight

   Last February, Avi Mash gave me a call and said that he had left his job so he could move to a foreign county. I was shell-shocked. Lost for words. He wasn’t exactly a Chicago mover and shaker just yet, but he was in what appeared to be a good position and a good spot in life. I figured the significant adjustment meant it was important enough for him to make. It took me just 10 short days to realize just how much courage it took to take the plunge, and how happy he and his friend Dan Usem were that they never looked back…

                I arrived in San Jose on a Friday and took a Cab to the suburbs. My first impression of the country was how many American companies were in such a foreign place. Denny’s, a billboard with Chevy Chase, and Toyota’s were all spotted on the way there. Myself, Avi, Dan, Harris, and Nicole caught up at Nicole’s and proceeded to a night that wasn’t without a few bumps in the road. We got a decent night’s sleep, but not enough for what we knew lay ahead.

One of the many blessings of my job was that I was able to accrue an enormous amount of hotel benefits.  We stayed at a very nice beach spot for 3 nights and 2 days, which seemed to provide for a nice break from life on the road for the boys (as T-Rex would say). Good food, good drinks, and good times provided for a nice vacation by Stein and a dinner by Harris (An ongoing inside joke – as we were treated like VIP status the entire trip, certain things were “By” certain people)..

                After the eventful hotel experience, we waited for a bus that would take us 300km north to Managua, Nicaragua. It was here, outside in Puntarenas, sitting outside in 90 degree heat and 90% humidity that I realized everything while traveling is worth the wait. While arriving in Managua, we were quickly broached by 15 or more Nicas begging for our services to get in a cab. The longer we stood there the lower the price got. We made our way to Bigfoot Hostel, which was an adequate city hostel with plenty of room for Americans, Aussies, Europeans, turtles and of course countless mojitos. Things got a little sketchy when the taxi driver pulled over, took off his Taxi light, passed it back to Harris and giggled to himself as we moved onward.

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               The next day we woke up and jumped on the back of a pickup with benches with room for 16. It was a bumpy 1 hour ride, most of which we were in view of our destination: an active volcano called Cerro Negro, the youngest  active volcano in central america. Since 1860, it has erupted 23 times. We hiked straight up the slope with little to no path. We even spent 5 minutes in the caldera, which had a dangerous smell (really, it is actually dangerous to inhale even small amounts of sodium dioxide so I was hesitant to get too close, which of course we did foolishly). At the top, the race was on. Two at a time we slid down the slope of the volcano at speeds over 65km/hour. Not too many places in Chicago could provide this thrill, although Avi’s dream from the night before, of the volcano’s erupting would claim otherwise. After enduring one of the craziest experiences of my life flying down a volcano, we spent the rest of the afternoon at the hostel playing flip cup, and watching the presidential debate before heading out for the night in Leon.

                The next day we were advised by someone at the hostel to take a bus to Masaya, Nicaragua. We were picked up by Donaldo, our personal driver throughout our Nicaraguan experience. On the drive down to the hostel, we knew a well seasoned traveler had advised us in the right direction. This hostel was well off the beaten path, and on the shore of the cleanest waters in Nicaragua: Lake Apoyo. We were delighted with home cooked chicken curry in a setting that reminded us of a family style supper. Donaldo then took us to Coyotepe Fortress, a former prison last used in 1983 for political up risers. The prison had a courtyard on top for the guards, but all the prisoners were housed below. It was extremely dark, required flashlights, and was filled with scorpions, snakes, spiders, and bats. In total there were about 20 cells, but each cell was the home for at least 15 prisoners, sometimes up to 60. We also viewed the execution chamber, isolation room, and where the guards stayed on watch. It provided for a key part for all of Nicaragua’s history. We spent the evening around Masaya’s old market, and lounging around the hostel after another home cooked meal.

 

                The following day we thankfully awoke to fruit and pancakes, as it would prove to be “fruitful” – pun intended  for the energy we would need for the hike. Although it was rainy season,  we still pushed our way miraculously up to the top of the mountain through the mud and rocks to get an amazing view of the lake we were living on. We pressed onward at a brisk pace and were met with a magnificent view, before quickly turning back around and running down the hill for the last bus of the day back to Costa Rica.

                Back in Avi and Dan’s home base of Tamarindo, we woke up to the sounds of the howler monkeys and the waves of the Pacific Ocean. I gave my hand at surfing, which was an unmitigated disaster of epic proportions – however, I still gave it my best shot. Tamarindo was all in all a great end to the trip though, and provided one for one of the few sites in the world in which you have mountains towering over the ocean which was stunning to witness first hand.

While these short ten days had amazed me beyond belief – they appeared not out of the ordinary for Avi and Dan. These experiences have become a full-time job for the two of them. Having nothing but a large backpack on your back, and nothing but time and a whole lot of room for yourself to grow at a young age is something that can’t always be done within the confines of American culture. And although all of the world will always be there for all of us, I suggest you enjoy it while you’re still young…to be continued in Thailand. These guys have convinced me to Travel Tight with them for at least one more round.

-Elliot Stein


Welcome To Costa Rica’s Mini “Vegas”… Jaco Beach

Jaco Beach

 With a plethora of Night clubs, bars, and restaurants – Jaco (pronounced HA-KO) provides the perfect weekend get away for people living around San Jose, Costa Rica.  On this particular trip we invited my sister, Nicole, who is working in a suburb of San Jose as a special needs teacher, along for the ride. After packing everything together, it was finally time for We Travel Tight to take a short One-hour bus ride to the pacific coast to see for ourselves if all the raves about Jaco were actually true.

 After hopping off the bus in a quiet area, we had to walk a little over a mile towards the center of the city. As we moved closer, the city of Jaco had looked as if they were attempting to be the “Cancun of Costa Rica.” The streets were fairly busy (even for the rainy season) and chock-full of over priced bars and little touristy shops. Growing a little impatient of this chaos, we luckily finally reached our hostel which was named Beds on Bahio: A great hostel slated a 5 minute walk from the beach (ironically on Bahio street) and with burgers that will make you jump up and say “Ooooweeee”. The owners of this hostel are very cool and made their self proclaimed “best brownies in the world.”  To say the least they were something special, and provided us with the perfect complement as desert.

Before long we were ready to take off our bags and hop on over to the surf shop to grab our boards for the day. We had heard that Jaco had great surfing, however, after a couple of sets we weren’t overly impressed. Sure the waves were great, but the murky water along with the sharp rocks piercing your feet while you walk into the waves are bothersome to say the least. WE TRAVEL TIGHT OFFICIAL SURF RANKING OF JACO:  6/10.

After tossing around a Frisbee for a while with some locals, swimming in the crashing waves, and Usem getting bitten/mauled by this small dog; we built up an appetite and decided to follow this giant sign that screamed, “TACO BAR THIS WAY!”  Walking up to the counter, we found out that in addition to the tacos, the meal would also include an all you can eat salad bar which had us sold instantly. After being served by this gorgeous Russian woman, we sat down on these “seat/swings” and grubbed on delicious fish tacos that we would definitely recommend to those of you traveling to Jaco.

We were now ready for the fiesta; And as you can imagine the real fun in Jaco starts after the sun goes down. Prostitutes are ubiquitous in Costa Rica as a whole, but Jaco takes the cake in serving as the mecca for what the locals call, “Ladies of the Night.”  With this knowledge in hand and after a few beers in us, we scurried over to this hilarious street vender flipping burgers outside and tried to create a transaction of my sister in exchange for a burger. This was a lot funnier for me than for my sister, and when the guy began to think I was being serious, we swiftly maneuvered our way to the door laughing hysterically on the way out.

Back at the hostel, we gathered with a bunch of Irish guys that we met and headed off to this club called Le Loft that promised a FREE open bar for 2 hours — needless to say things were inherently about to get reckless. Walking into the club we were instantly reminded of the inescapable amount of prostitutes as literally 20-30 girls lined the walls as we entered into the club. NOTE: It really is a unique experience to see something like this and one important for people to understand the culture around here, which is why I so openly write about this (FAMILY MEMBERS: obviously we didn’t participate).

As the night lingered on, the club began to heat up both literally and metaphorically as I grabbed Usem to head outside for a quick breath of fresh air. Before long we begin hitting it off with this guy (who was obviously connected with the mob or something) as he was accompanied by this HUGE bodyguard and encased by multiple bottles at a table inside the club. His bodyguard reminded me of mix between the huge guy in Happy Gilmore (below picture), and Michael Clark Duncan from The Green mile (RIP), so we befriend the mammoth right away.  As we continued to have a great time outside, the behemoth kept tapping us and with a massive grin kept saying, “I don’t speak but I understand everything.”  Before we knew it the mafia boss invited us upstairs to sit at his table at the club in which we gladly accepted and bottle popping transpired.

Time warping ahead to when we leave the club –we obviously start searching for late night food. For a city with so much nightlife, we were disappointed to find out that Jaco didn’t cater to the late night food munchers.  Tired and humbled by the lack of grubbery – we hung our heads in disdain as we entered the hostel to a crowd of fellow backpackers, in which a 4 hour philosophical discussion ensued before heading to bed for the night.

DISCLAIMER FOR FELLOW TRAVELERS – Jaco is a place you might want to go to if you are looking to simply party and surf. For those looking for a alternative city other than Vegas to have a Bachelor party – then Jaco is your spot! For those of you looking for a “Typical Costa Rican Experience” of jungle etc, we suggest you go elsewhere. Overall we thought Jaco was a fun experience for just the weekend, we would not recommend going longer than that however.

**BONUS:   HOW TO GET TO JACO FROM SAN JOSE **

We got there by taking the local bus for $3.00 from the station in between the central market and la merced church (near the westside of downtown San Jose)

OTHER OPTIONS BELOW

Private Shuttle (FROM AIRPORT) $45.00/person

Taxi from San Jose: $40-50/Total

Bus $3 /Per Person


Puerto Viejo – Tasty Waves and Rocking J’s

Keeping with our Vagabonding mindset of “last second decisions,” we decided the night before to take a weekend trip to Puerto Viejo, a tranquil yet charming beach town on the Caribbean coast. This would be our first introduction to the Caribbean side of Costa Rica as prior to this we had only visited the Pacific coast. The Caribbean coast, unlike most of the Pacific shoreline in Costa Rica is quite underdeveloped. This dates back to the Costa Rica government cutting off the railroad lines from the Caribbean to San Jose in efforts to quell the migration of “islanders” into Costa Rica. Due to this reason as well, the majority of the money for development has been focused on the Pacific Northwest and has left the Caribbean side almost untouched. As a traveler this is quite refreshing at times and leaves much of what you see open to your own imagination and interpretation.

 

Getting to Puerto Viejo would mean a 4-hour bus ride leaving from downtown San Jose near the main bus terminal. The bus would leave out of Caribe terminal, which I’m sure you’ve already guessed by now, caters to destinations on the Caribbean side of the country. We bought our tickets and boarded the bus eager to write yet another chapter in our journey. We both fell asleep almost immediately as the almost 2 hour trek to get to the bus station in the first place had meant an early wake up and had left us running on minimal sleep. But as anyone who has traveled extensively knows long bus rides are perfect for this kind of thing.

 

Arriving in Puerto Viejo we were amazed by how little development there actually was. No large hotels or condos in sight just a laid-back beach town with an overwhelming Rastafarian vibe. We had already booked a hostel based on a recommendation from a friend and so we set out to find “Rocking J’s” a unique experience in and of itself. Rocking J’s was started by an American named Joseph John Korchmaros Placencia Dias, also known as J. He had come to Puerto Viejo in 2000 on vacation and had fallen in love with the place. Not long after that he purchased the land and construction was underway on “Costa Rica’s one and only Hammock Hotel”, yep – no rooms just hammocks for the guests. Fast forward 12 years and Rocking J’s is now a massive compound consisting of hundreds of hammocks for rent, tent space, dorm rooms and even specialty private suites such as the ” The Observatory” and “The Pimp Suite”. We checked in, dropped our stuff off and did our best to take in everything that Rocking J’s had to offer.

Luckily for us it was just about time for happy hour so we grabbed a beer and posted up at the bar to unwind from a long day of traveling. While at the bar we started talking to a few girls that had also just arrived at the hostel. It turns out that they were actually on our bus and were here studying abroad at the University of Costa Rica. Like us they were here for the weekend and we spent the next hour or so swapping stories and getting to know one another over a few colds ones. They were traveling with about 20 girls total and soon enough Avi and I were doing everything in our power to try and remember all 20 names (which is no easy feat). Thinking back to our abroad experiences (mine in Israel and Avi’s in Prague) it reminded us of why we travel in the first place. We became really close with this group in a short period of time and we spent the rest of the weekend experiencing Puerto Viejo together.

As they say Rocking J’s is never shy at getting a party going and this night was no different. The entire hostel seems to illuminate at night and people from all around the world come together to simply have a good time and celebrate life. That particular night was a paint party and everyone seemed to get involved. People painted their faces with the most intricate designs and we had the opportunity to meet some amazing people as well. We hung out with friends new and old and had a great time late into the night -even taking a late dip into the Caribbean at around 4 AM. At some point during the late night dip we hear a large scream – one of the girls had stepped on a sea urchin! In no time a few British guys begin carrying the victim (lets call her CJ) under a cabana and begin to do the only thing that made sense at the time…. SUCK THE STINGER OUT! So there we were laughing well into the night, watching these British guys take turns “sucking the stinger out.” The quote of the night was when we ask the Brit if that is what you are supposed to do when you step on a sea urchin, and he simply responds with smirk “Oh I don’t know… I just love feet.”

 

 

The next morning we set off with our newfound friends to the beach, which was about half a mile from the hostel. The walk in and of itself was gorgeous as we trekked through the forest in search of this beautiful beach. Periodically gazing through the mangrove trees you could see the clear blue water glistening on the other side. Off in the distance I could make out what seemed to be an island and we continued towards it. Just then there was an opening in the trees and the forest seemed to open up to this stunning beach. With white sand and clear blue water this was one of the most beautiful beaches we had seen in Costa Rica. We set up shop; swam in the large waves, tossed a disc and enjoyed the rest of the day basking in the hot Caribbean sun.

 

When it came time for lunch we decided to wander off the beaten path in search of some local grub and I’m glad we did. We happened upon a quaint little place by the beach called “Tasty Waves” which would forever change our perception of both chicken and fish tacos. As we walked up to this place the first thing we noticed was a sign that read, “The Tacos are better than an orgasm”. We looked at each other kinda baffled and sat down, as we had no choice but to try these tacos. Let me just tell you that they do not disappoint. They are hands down the best tacos that we have ever had in our lives. If you ever find yourself in Costa Rica and are going to Puerto Viejo do yourself a favor and try these tacos I promise you, you will be glad you did. Another amazing restaurant we enjoyed was called, “Todos Es Posible.” All the food was made from scratch by an Italian expat and it was one of those classy joints where you walk in and the owners make you feel like family — oh yeah and the food was exceptional, the owner even gave us a free taste of his famous anti-pasta…YUM!

Another night and another epic party at Rocking J’s. No paint tonight but just about everything else. We had a few drinks at the hostel and then made our way to a bar in town. With all of the Rastafarian influence it was no surprise that it was reggae night (seems to me like every night in Puerto Viejo is reggae night but whatever). We danced to a super chill reggae group and meet up with some other friends before heading back to the hostel. When we got back there was a giant bonfire going down on the beach that soon morphed into a drum circle. Pretty soon people were passing around bongos and it seemed like everyone was getting in on the act. All of sudden I heard a familiar sound and looked up to a see a dude with super long dreads playing a hang drum! (If you don’t know what a hang drum is YouTube it because it is honestly one of the coolest instruments you’ve ever seen). The sounds one can make on a hang drum is unlike any other instrument in the world. Getting lost in the music we kicked it at the bonfire for hours jamming out and talking with locals about their ways of life. Before we knew it, it was starting to get light out and we realized it was only an hour or so before sunrise. At this point there’s not much you can do but accept your fate and see it through. A group of about 8 of us decided to mosey on down to the beach post up on a mangrove tree and watch the sunrise over the Caribbean Sea. After watching countless sunsets it was the first time that we watched the sunrise in Costa Rica and it was quite the sight to see. After hysterically laughing at these two random German girls taking exotic photos off in the distance,  we all looked at each other in amazement, after a wild weekend of hitch-hiking and partying with all of the locals this was the perfect way to end our time in Puerto Viejo.

Pura Vida

 


Living and Working As A WOOFER On An Organic Farm

 

 

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Before we divulge our experiences on the organic farm – let’s jump back a few months and explain to you what WWOOFING actually is – as well as provide some insight as to how we became involved with it.

*Time warp back a few months*

Sitting at home waiting for Dan to leave his job (I had left already mine), I began to grow impatient in my efforts to convince him to ditch his gig before his lease at his apartment would officially end.  While selling my furniture on craigslist one day, a brilliant idea popped into my head…Sublease his apartment for him!

 

Unbeknownst to Dan – sitting on craigslist was his beautiful apartment just waiting to be pawned off to someone for a one month-long sublet. The phone rings, and on the other line was a man named Bill who was “not so ironically” looking to sublease an apartment for a month in Chicago. At this point Dan had explained to me that he was utterly confused as to how his apartment happened up on craigslist in the first place — but being a super chill guy, he continued the conversation with Bill with an open mind.

A few hours later I receive a phone call from Dan who begins laughing as he explains the story of this random guy named Bill who had called him about the sublease. “Avi, you have no idea what just happened, I just got off the phone after talking with this guy named Bill for an HOUR who just so happened to spend a lot of time in Costa Rica and had a friend who owned an organic farm in a city called Ciudad Colon!”  Feeling like this was a sign from G-d, we took down the guys’ contact info and investigated the program, which we soon found out is called WWOOFING. #Straight Clowning.

World Wide Opportunities On Organic Farms (WWOOFING) is a network that connects volunteers with organic farms around the world, allowing them to work in exchange for room and board.  To us that sounded like a dream come true as we were trying to travel light. We decided that we would go ahead and take a leap of faith and work for one-month on Robert’s Finca De Organica…

Just like that…I guess we became organic farmers.

 We eagerly headed into Ciudad Colon, which was our first exposure to what some would call “real Costa Rica”. Leaving behind the beach life, tropical rainforest, volcanoes, and the chaotic mess of San Jose – we were headed straight for the ”suburbs.”

Hopping into the cab, we realized it was that time again – the game we like to play called “Find a place in a foreign country with no directions or addresses.”  Sure enough after using broken Spanish and lots of laughter, we somehow made it to the front of a big yellow house – where Robert (our host farmer) was standing there in his rubber boots – a tropical cut off button down shirt and a big old smile on his face.  “HOLA, Benve – need- o” he welcomed us with his Missouri (Obviously a very gringo) accent, surrounded by several dogs barking frantically in the background.

Now fast forward quickly to present day, where we are sitting at the three-week mark of working on the farm.  By now, we are well acquainted with the deadly poisonous snakes that slither around us, Tomasa, Boots, Gordita, Maya, Snowball, and Lady, aka the six dogs that wrestle playfully with themselves, and the countless wasps and spiders that seem to be around every corner. Amongst all these perilous creatures lays a landscape of beautiful green covered mountains, countless citrus trees; pineapples, mangos, basil, cilantro, etc. Basically we have an entire organic grocery store in our backyard. This complete 180-degree lifestyle change has forced/allowed us to get creative with everything we do! For instance with cooking – Tomato Juice is not just tomato juice anymore, it is now: tomato juice, tomato sauce, tomato soup, pizza sauce, and if you want to get super creative, even a salad dressing. We also made roasted almonds, homemade (brick-oven) pizza, breads, sauces, etc. Working out consisted of the “jungle routine.” That means “no dumbbells in here” (Adam Sandler reference) – Only straight push-ups, wall dips, sit ups in trees, and pull ups on branches.

 Looking back a few months ago, we laugh at the fact we were withering away behind desks… Never did we imagine ourselves with machete in hand, chopping at banana trees while monkeys jumped from branch to branch only several yards away. The wildlife around here is truly amazing – you literally look out into the campo and find yourself staring at the organic elements that make up many of the ingredients in the millions of medications sitting on the shelves in our pharmacies today.

Overall, this has been an amazing learning experience, to say the least. The constant fear of deadly poisonous snakes haunting us has slowly fostered and revealed our profound respect for the power of nature (side note – we saw a baby Fer-De-Lance today, if you don’t know what that is, look it up… they’re scary). Sitting here today – as we continue to slap bugs from our faces throughout the night, hear strange sounds rustling in the jungle outside, and wake up adorning rubber boots to avoid vicious bites from poisonous snakes – we will continue to be humbled by the world around us…for we are but microscopic beings in the grand scheme of our grandiose planet.

 

Our minds and hearts are open, ready for the next step of this journey. In constant awe & amazement of everything we’re lucky enough to find, we only expect to overcome continued fears heading onward. We survived the jungle, now its time for the beach. The time has come for us to exchange our machetes for surfboards.

Pura Vida,

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