As the trip had taken much longer than we expected, the staff at the cabinas we had booked had gone home when we arrived but had left the key in our door. As we rounded the corner and prepared to enter our room, our neighbours were sitting outside their room. The man (who shall remain nameless) commenced telling us his life story. Before we had even put our bags down we knew he had been married 4 times, owned a farm down the road, had been in the army, had travelled to Australia and was making iguana tail for dinner tomorrow night...phew, all we wanted was something to eat so asked for a recommendation! Somewhere that didnt serve iguana tails preferably. Somehow we managed to extract ourselves and head out so my friend could have a well deserved beer and some dinner after that gruelling drive. It wasn’t long before we were joined by our neighbour with yet more stories about himself and his girlfriend, whose name he never used and I wondered whether he could actually remember it...:)!
The plan for Puerta Jimenez was to organise a trip into the Corcovado National Park which was the main attraction to the town. This apparently was more easily said than done. We were horrified by the thought that it was a “2” hour drive (probably more than 2) to get to the entrance of the park, on worse roads than the ones we had just come on ...we could hike for a couple of hours then we would have to drive back. This did not excite either of us very much, and I can only imagine how unexcited Bob was about the prospect of more driving in those conditions. There had to be another way...okay, lets just fly into the park she says optimistically figuring it was worth the extra investment. Well at $400 per plane trip each way, with just the two of us, the desire to go to the park was quickly fading!
We talked about how we were feeling about the whole thing and decided that things were mounting up against our desire to stay here. There was the bad vibe around the town, nothing specific but we both felt it. I suspected that our hotel manager had some serious crack issues. Add to that the thought of our neighbour’s never ending list of stories to tell us...eek! and the difficulties in getting to the park and enthusiasm quickly faded. There was no real opposition from either of us...lets get out of here!
From here we had planned to go to Jaco to visit our friend Chris from Herradurra Divers. Everything seemed simple from then on, the hotel in Jaco could accommodate us early, we could return the truck early and drop it off in Jaco rather than Quepos where we picked it up, we were able to leave the hotel we were at without having to pay for the nights we didn’t stay...everything started going our way, we were comfortable we had done the right thing. Ive included some photos of where we stayed and it looks pretty. I think everyone has to go see for themselves, but it was not for us at this particular time. Hence we nicknamed the place Port Disappointment..:)!
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| Cabinas Jimenez |
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| Puerta Jimenez |
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