Nosara Soccer League
July 13th 2008
I woke up very early after a less than glamorous sleep in the reclined seat of the Suzuki Jeep. With the beach at my door step, I walked into the front yard and embarked on a 3 hour adventure. Along the journey I spotted many interesting shells, climbed around to the rock cliffs hiding the next cove, stumbled upon some washed up sea creatures, and ate desayuno consisting of fresh coconut milk and the silky meat found inside. I walked up to at local couple scavenging the meat and milk from fallen yellow coconuts at the lining beach grove. The machete man hacking away the outer casings of the coconuts with extreme precision quickly offered me a large jug full of milk: "quieres"? I gratefully accepted and left a few minutes later with a freshly carved coconut for breakfast.
I drove towards the next town 8 km away in search of the Ridley Turtle Reserve. On the way, I was blocked by a river that looked a little bit challenging to cross, even for my super charged 4x4 (this thing is hardly better than a Chevette in these conditions). I got out of the Jeep to asses the situation; a good indication was the man and woman scrambling out of their Pathfinder while their car was stuck in 3 feet of muddy red river water. After consulting the local gringos who were shocked at getting 'swept away' with the current, I decided not to bother (although the two local Ticos helping the couple insisted I could make it.
I drove back towards the town and spotted a local soccer match about to get under way. I jumped out of the Jeep and quickly asked if I could play. I sat out for the first 20 minutes and was eventually subbed in. I slowly helped my team of local Ticos recover from a 3-1 deficit against an American religious summer camp team boasting some nifty players. The game ended and I was expected to play in the next game against a younger and more fiery local Tico side. Some of the American young guns joined our side and the next game began. As negotiated, I retired after the first half exhausted and mindful of slowly getting back into shape for the upcoming season.
Back in town, I negotiated with a moto-taxi to drive me to the next town over the passenger bridge to the Ridley Turtle Reserve. Unfortunately, it is only possible to view the mating during the night and I couldn't be bothered to wait around all day and re-negotiate for another muddy dirt bike ride to the reserve.
It was now really overcast and with no sun in the midst, I headed towards Alajulea for an early morning visit to Volcan Poas.
I woke up very early after a less than glamorous sleep in the reclined seat of the Suzuki Jeep. With the beach at my door step, I walked into the front yard and embarked on a 3 hour adventure. Along the journey I spotted many interesting shells, climbed around to the rock cliffs hiding the next cove, stumbled upon some washed up sea creatures, and ate desayuno consisting of fresh coconut milk and the silky meat found inside. I walked up to at local couple scavenging the meat and milk from fallen yellow coconuts at the lining beach grove. The machete man hacking away the outer casings of the coconuts with extreme precision quickly offered me a large jug full of milk: "quieres"? I gratefully accepted and left a few minutes later with a freshly carved coconut for breakfast.
I drove towards the next town 8 km away in search of the Ridley Turtle Reserve. On the way, I was blocked by a river that looked a little bit challenging to cross, even for my super charged 4x4 (this thing is hardly better than a Chevette in these conditions). I got out of the Jeep to asses the situation; a good indication was the man and woman scrambling out of their Pathfinder while their car was stuck in 3 feet of muddy red river water. After consulting the local gringos who were shocked at getting 'swept away' with the current, I decided not to bother (although the two local Ticos helping the couple insisted I could make it.
I drove back towards the town and spotted a local soccer match about to get under way. I jumped out of the Jeep and quickly asked if I could play. I sat out for the first 20 minutes and was eventually subbed in. I slowly helped my team of local Ticos recover from a 3-1 deficit against an American religious summer camp team boasting some nifty players. The game ended and I was expected to play in the next game against a younger and more fiery local Tico side. Some of the American young guns joined our side and the next game began. As negotiated, I retired after the first half exhausted and mindful of slowly getting back into shape for the upcoming season.
Back in town, I negotiated with a moto-taxi to drive me to the next town over the passenger bridge to the Ridley Turtle Reserve. Unfortunately, it is only possible to view the mating during the night and I couldn't be bothered to wait around all day and re-negotiate for another muddy dirt bike ride to the reserve.
It was now really overcast and with no sun in the midst, I headed towards Alajulea for an early morning visit to Volcan Poas.
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