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Costa Rica - Vw Vans And Crawling Things
By Rick Chapo, Thu Dec 8th
For better or worse, man has tamed Mother Nature in manycountries. My general impression is this isn't the case in CostaRica. San Jose to Carrillo Roughly ten of us had decided to head to for a weekto stay at a friend's place just outside the beach town ofCarrillo on the west coast. We flew into San Jose and weresupposed to be met by a rental company representative that hadtwo new VW vans for us.
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As often happens in such situations, we weren't met by anyonemuch less a person with vans. Calls were made but not answered.Lunch was had. Calls were made again and finally answered. Aftera bit of "intense" conversation, we were told the vans would beat the airport in 15 minutes. Roughly two hours later, two VWvans apparently stolen from Woodstock rolled into parking lot.The trip had certainly started on a sour note, but we decided tocut our losses and take the vans. As we rolled out of San Jose, it was starting to get dark.Unaware that a new highway had been opened, we followed the oldroute which wound through the mountains and added two hours tothe trip. Two hours that would haunt us for days. As the hours passed, we laughed away the time reliving the past.I was sitting in the back of the van with Stuart, a nurse in SanDiego, and Picasso, a graphic designer for surf clothingcompanies. We were all in shorts and flip flops, which wasappropriate for the heat and humidity. How I wished I had wornpants and boots. As we drove along, we happened to come upon a little village.Little cafes and stores passed us as we drove down the road. Sodid street lights. Bright street lights. Street lights that litup the inside of the van. And the things in it. Cockroaches. Big cockroaches. They were climbing on the walls ofthe van and across the floors. A few even took off and flew fromone wall to the other. This is the part in the movie where the men, Picasso and I, takeaction to protect our female companion, Stuart. Of course, whobelieves what they see in the movies? In our case, Picassoscreamed like a little girl and started stomping on the floorand kicking the walls. I, in turn, did the ultimate crunch,which is to say I whipped my legs off the ground with such speedas to make a drill sergeant weep with joy. I then jumped off thebench just to make sure there weren't any of the little buggersin my shorts. Stuart, on the other hand, just laughed at us. Our driver whipped over to the side of the road to find out whatthe heck was going on. The other van pulled over as well anddiscovered they had a cockroach problem as well. We wereapparently driving the hive around the country. After obtaining a little liquid courage at one of the cafes inthe village, we came up with a solution for keeping the creepycrawlies at bay. More liquid courage, drivers excepted. Muchmore. New bravery in hand, we reclaimed the vans and hauled it toCarrillo as fast as possible. Picasso danced the cockroachcrunch throughout the remainder of the trip, which made for amessy van and the need for new flip flops. I hoped I wasimagining things crawling on my legs. Stuart just kept laughing. Nature is beautiful, except when it ain't! About the author:Rick Chapo is with http://www.nomadjournals.com - makers ofwriting journals. Travel journals are great travel accessoriesand travel gifts for student travel, family vacations andadventure travel. Visit http://www.nomadjournaltrips.com formore travel articles. | 