Gently swaying palm trees sprouting coconuts aplenty, the soothing music of the local insects and birds, as they sing in harmonic unison and the unmistakable beauty of where the jungle and ocean meet at the picturesque, lapping shoreline. Welcome to Costa Rica, where nature reigns supreme, the vibe is as laidback as they come and the carribean rastas flutter by on their bicycles with promises of only the freshest weed. I like it here.
Almost 3 weeks into my escape from the hustle and bustle of city life in Sydney and i find myself very content, parked up in the house turned hostel of our affectionately named Costa Rican ‘Mama’. Who for 10 dollars a night showers us with her infinite wisdom, ensures our clothes are clean and that we use her kitchen to cook up cheap and nutritious dinners. There are no alarm clocks here, no rushing to work through the unpleasant gridlock of Sydney traffic, no desperate longing for the weekends and an unlimited number of free smiles, are always on offer.
The local surf break here is only a majestic jungle walk away from our temporary home, with an amazingly diverse ecosystem all around us. Getting up close and personal with native sloths as they slowly traverse the treeline, while we traverse to the ocean only a short, asthetically pleasing walk away. The sloths are indeed the ultimate cruisers and they epitomise the way of life here. A life which is lived day by day, from one meal to the next, and from the gentle puffs of one joint to another. I’ve found it quite interesting when juxtaposed to the stress of a 9-5, the constant pressures of an unattainable property market and my growing distaste for the materialistic and bustling Sydney lifestyle. Was this exactly what i came here looking for? I guess only time will tell but i feel for now I’m on the right track.
After breaking my laptop and phone almost two weeks ago I have felt a forced freedom from the constant need to immerse myself in the social media world, the political blight of American politics and the endless scrolling through hours of meaningless videos and status’. As i lay here swinging from my hammock on the out skirts of the Costa Rican jungle, the ambience awash with the far cries of howler monkeys, i decide to borrow my friends laptop and re-enter the realm of western news. It’s just as i left it, in tatters. So instead i decide to write this new entry to my blog, an endeavor i hope to keep up from time to time. Writing which will not only document my new found knowledge of the world but also my newfound knowledge of self.
Last night after sharing a joint with my travelling amegos Dave and Luke, we were treated by our local hermano ‘Oscar’, to many wonderous tales of the local fishing and fiestas. All in spanish of course, and as we tried to decipher the tales with some loose understanding and ‘mucho spanglish’ we laughed, learnt new words and began to immerse ourselves in a culture that whilst undoubtedly simpler than our own, has the ability to be much more rewarding.
Until next time, Pura Vida.