Libby_or_Bust

I arrived in Quepos on Wednesday, after a intestinally tumultuous 4 hour bus ride. I don’t know exactly what it was that I ate on Tuesday that made me feel as though I was moving a raccoon-sized spiky ball of pain through my body, but let’s hope we never cross paths again. If you’ve ever found yourself weighing the relative merits that the relief shitting yourself on a public bus would bring versus the embarassment and smell, then you know the kind of Libby that was on that bus. Thankfully, I made it to Quepos intact, met a couple of German girls at the bus station, and got to a hostel quickly. Later we went out to eat at a pizzeria. The pizza was salty and overpriced, but it was cool to talk with the girls; two twenty-year-olds travelling in Central America after high school to learn Spanish and freak out their parents a little. The highlight of the evening in terms of patheticitiy was the live band happening in the restaurant over. It was a few older, long-haired gringos who had somehow commandeered the instruments and the space and were attempting quite a medley while we ate. My favorite of all was the acoustic attempt at Pink Floyd’s The Wall: “Hey! (strum, strum) Teacher! (strum, strum) Leave them kids alo-one! (strum strum strum strum).”
Quepos has a weird feel to it, kind of like that painting in Scooby Do cartoons that has eyes that move with you when you walk away, so you feel like you’re being watched, but don’t know by whom. So after walking around town a bit in the morning, I packed up and headed south to Manuel Antonio, 7 km away and way more touristy, but with a cool hostel and people to hang out with and play cards until 2 am.
More on that — and my visit to the reserve to climb on big rocks and look at crabs — next time. Stay tuned

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