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Author: Suzi Pratt

Suzi Pratt is a Seattle event, food, and travel photographer available for hire. She is also a contributing writer at Digital Photography School and runs a blog teaching others how to start a photography business.

Amsterdam, Holland

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Before I dive into the post, I need to say a little something on the hurricane disaster relief efforts in Haiti.  If you’ve got the money or time to spare, please donate.

Yesterday the three musketeers hit up Amsterdam, because regardless to what you might have thought, my home base is an hour train ride away from European sin city.  The city was covered with snow, and many of the canals had even froze over.  I’m sure this is a view of the city rarely seen by tourists.

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Sinking frozen boat fail.

We went to Amsterdam with the sole intent of viewing the Van Gogh Museum, Rijks Museum, and (of course) the Red Light District.  I seriously contemplated being an art history major–I devoured the prerequisite course I took in college, and my entire Spanish art history class in Granada (taught all in Spanish too!).  Knowing about the history of art makes viewing the actual pieces a much more memorable experience.  The Prado in Madrid, for example, blew me away after my Spanish art history class intensive.  Even though I knew very little about Dutch art history, it was still very cool to see Remembrandt and Vermeer in the Rijks Museum.  Sadly, Vermeer’s famous The Girl with the Pearl Earring was not on display for our visit.

Rembrandt’s famous painting Night Watch at the Rijks Musuem.

The Van Gogh Museum ended up being, for me, even more mindblowing, because for as much as I’d always admired Van Gogh’s work, I had never known that he was a self-taught artist.  Learning this made me admire Van Gogh even more than before.  Even though this is his home museum, it should be noted that his famous works such as Starry Night are not located at the Amsterdam museum.  Another surprise within the Van Gogh Museum was a guest exhibit on the Belgian painter Alfred Stevens, yet another artist who has won a place in my love for art.

Reflections, by Alfred Stevens
Now for the juicy part:  the Red Light District.  After wandering around a bit, we finally found this notorious district of Amsterdam, and I’ll admit that it’s much smaller than I expected.  Still, it was abound with sex shops, sex theaters, coffeeshops reeking of pot, and scantily clad women seductively dancing behind glowing red doors.  There were not many out on the night we were there, so I can only imagine what it’s like when the weather is warmer and the crowds are booming.

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Amsterdam by day

I also seemed to have been unaware of why it’s called the red light district.  Some discussion on its origins are on Wikipedia:  “In the 19th century, the term “red light” was associated with the red lanterns carried by railway workers (which the latter left outside brothels when they entered. The workers could quickly locate the lanterns for any needed train movement.) Another suggestion for origin were the red paper lanterns (a color associated with sensuality) hung outside brothels in ancient China for identification. The color red has been associated with prostitution for milennia.”

Today, we trained two hours out to the Roermond Designer Outlet area and checked out another ice sculpture festival, this time themed around classic stories. See some favorites below (more on Flickr!).  I also had my first Dutch herring, and as fishy as I smelled for the rest of the day, I look forward to having another soon.  Did you know that raw herring is a Dutch delicacy?  You can order of raw slices (served with potent raw onions), and you eat it from below by pinching the tail and holding the fish above your mouth.  It’s quite delicious…cheers!

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Notre Dame and the Hunchback
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My favorite–Captain Hook and the Croc!
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Pretty nighttime scene outside of Roerdome.
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Me in a traditional wooden Dutch clog (100x the size necessary)
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Kirsten, Adam and I taking shots of jäger in the ice ba.  Everything including the bar, stools, and shot glasses was made of ice.

Wageningen, Holland

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It is good to be with my college friends again, despite the cold snowy weather. Hard to believe that not long ago I was lounging on a beach in my bikini, sweating buckets. Now I am bundled up in winter clothing trying to retain what little heat I have. My body has definitely been confused about the time, date, temperature, and location of where I am.

Wageningen is, from what I’ve been told, in the middle of bumblecrap nowhere. It seems that this has been a trend on my trip, since I’ve been to bumblecrap Georgia and bumblecrap Costa Rica as well (ok, I don’t necessarily think that Drake Bay was bumblecrap nowhere, but some folks told me it is). Anyway, central to this town is Wageningen University, so it’s a college town of sorts, which in Europe means that it is a ghost town on weekends since most students go home during this time. You can read more about Wageningen here. Perhaps one of the most interesting things I’ve learned so far is that the Netherlands exists essentially because of all the dikes that were built to hold the water out–approximately 27% of the area and 60% of the population is located below sea-level. How wild is that??

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My first night in Wageningen, this is the accumulation of all the sugary European goodness that I love–Digestive biscuits (cookies), Lindt chocolate bars in the flavors of hot chili and hot mango, stroopwafle, black licorice, Englese drops, licorice-flavored cookies, Nutella, Ferrero Rocher dark chocolate, and–finally-gingerbread! The way to Suzi’s heart is to get any (or all) of these goodies in the same room. 🙂

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Me riding sidesaddle on the back of Adam’s bicycle.

This is a Dutch parking lot. Bicycles are abundant in Wageningen, and the preferred mode of transportation for most. There are tons of bike lanes, cars yield to bicyclists, there’s a fine for cycling without front and back lights at night, and the bike lock systems are a lot easier than in the states. I’ve had my first “side saddle” bicycle rides since being here, which is a little scary since my balance is less than stellar, but it’s quite fun.

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Yesterday (Jan 9), we took several busses and trains out to Den Haag for the Cool Haus (Cool Event) ice sculpture viewing and had a drink at the Holland Casino ice bar. It’s a tented area that is -10 degrees indoors, and truly has sculptures, a bar, and a mock hotel room (the Royal Ice Room) made of huge chunks of ice. We spent an hour admiring the art work, sliding down an ice slide surrounding an igloo, and had a shot of Jaeger at the ice bar. It was chilly, but well worth the effort. See more ice bar/sculpture photos here.

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A Dutch vending machine. Hamburger, anyone?

George Bush Int’l Airport, Texas

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La china guapa. It has been a while since I’ve had a nickname that stuck, but I have to admit that I like the one that Kumata and Sara picked out for me in Costa Rica. It stemmed from our first bus trip out to Corcovado, when several men on the street called me la china guapa, and it’s pretty much stuck since that moment. For all of you non-Asians who have never been to a Spanish-speaking country, it’s customary for anyone who looks even remotely Asian to be labeled china (Chinese). This was true even in Spain, and even though it used to annoy me because I’m not Chinese, I’ve learned to take it with a sense of humor. Next on the agenda is getting used to all of the Southeast Asians who insisted that I must be Japanese (which I’m not either!).

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Chinese pulpería

My flight out of Costa Rica was as near of a close call as my flight out of Seattle. I awoke in San Jose, Costa Rica at 5AM this morning, anticipating that I would have more than enough time to make it to the airport for my 8AM flight. Sara’s host mom bade my farewell, and her host sister Kumata walked me to the main drag to catch a taxi. It took nearly half an hour to hail a cab (much longer than anticipated), and by the time the 4,000 colones ride got me to the airport and I made it through the exit tax (ingresos) line, and the line to check into my flight, I was the very last person they allowed to check in. The line to get through security was even longer, but somehow I found myself in the “unaccompanied minors” line, and got through in less than five minutes. I suppose that’s one benefit to looking like I’m under 18.

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Creative way to deal with sunburn

Anyway, as a recap of the last couple of days, Sara and I spent the day after snorkeling (my last blog update) as an entirely lazy last day in Bahía Drake. We ate breakfast and lounged around Casa Horizantes on the front porch reading our books until noon. I managed to finish my first book of the new year, Maya Angelou’s autobiographical novel I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings. We then rented a sea kayak and spent a couple of hours kayaking around Drake Bay, doing our best to protect our already sunburned backs from the sun. Yesterday, we caught the last speedboat of our trip out of Drake Bay into Sierpe, and then a shuttle to Palma Norte where we took a 6 hour bus ride back to San Jose. It was a day of waiting, as our speedboat was 45 minutes late, our bus 60 minutes late, and our friends in San Jose were nearly an hour late meeting us. Still, I suppose that is what one should expect on trips–lots and lots of waiting.

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The dock at Sierpé
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Boating through the mangroves on the way to Sierpé.

Kumata and Jeff met us at the bus station in San Jose, and we were taken to the host family’s new home in San Jose, which is much bigger and nicer than their house in Limón, with four bedrooms and 3.5 baths (and hot water!) compared to the 3 bedroom 2 bath house in Limón. It was a pleasure to be able to see it before leaving. We had our last home cooked Costa Rican meal, and lounged around before heading to bed. This is when Sara and I discovered the disadvantage of the new house (besides the house’s first cockroach that we discovered during dinner): the house is right across the street from an outdoor basketball court that doubles as a hangout spot for local teenagers at night and a loud step aerobics class that begins at 5AM. I no doubt was counting my lucky stars for learning early on the necessity of traveling with earplugs. You never know when there will be screeching monkeys or drunken teens preventing you from getting a good night’s rest (no joke..the monkeys were a problem in Bahía Drake).

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Krishmir, Kumata, Sara – Christmas Eve (well, midnight) in Limón, Costa Rica

After a 3 hour plane ride to Houston and a much shorter customs line, I am now back in the US sipping a Wendy’s vanilla frosty with Elizabeth Gilbert’s Eat Pray Love for my 14 hour plane ride, waiting to embark on chapter 3 of my adventure. As usual, there was a bit of culture shock on the airplane, as I was surrounded mostly by American English-speakers. Sometimes when you travel abroad, you wonder what it’s like to be able to understand and potentially jump into any conversations that go on around you…and when you finally experience it again, it is less than a thrill. I am excited for my pending return to the E.U., although a little nervous to be hit with high prices once again, even though as some others on my flight concurred, Costa Rica is actually more expensive than other destinations such as Southeast Asia. My trip to Costa Rica a times put me out of my comfort zone, especially in terms of the humidity and mosquito population, but like all other trips I have been on, I am grateful for the experience, definitely plan to return, and recommend that others visit as well. ¡Pura Vida!

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Canada-US border, March 2008
Vancouver city/island trip during spring break of senior year. So excited to see my friend again in less than 24 hours!

Isla de Caño, Costa Rica

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Okay, well we´re not technically on Caño Island anymore, but we spent most of the day there today as part of a daylong snorkeling trip. Caño Island is a biological reserve located 20km away from Drake Bay, so we got up at 6am this morning (the sun was already shining brightly at this early hour) to catch a speedboat to the island. There were about 5 other snorkelers, as well as 6 scuba divers on our boat, and the snorkeling was pretty decent. I can´t lie, I kind of regretted not finishing my scuba certification in college–if anyone can cure my fear of deep water and my inability to clear my ears underwater, I´d be all about getting my scuba certification.

In Bali, the snorkeling seemed very touristy in that we snorkeled with baggies of bread and fed the fish to get them to swim around us. It was cool, but kind of like having pet fish in the wild. At Caño Island, the snorkeling was slightly deeper, and the water much more clear and blue, so all of the fish and marine life were in their natural habitats, which was an honor to be able to observe. There were huge tuna, parrot fish, and other various schools of fish, and we were lucky enough to see about a half dozen small sharks lurking in the waters below, as well as several turtles. Being surrounded by all of this marine life reminded me of the Fred Barnett´s Hawaiian Reef Fish Madness video my brother and I used to inhale as kids. It definitely helped solidify some of the early reef fish knowledge that stays with me today.

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Isla de Caño
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A little girl and her puppy, Mancha

The water was warm, and the sun shining bright, so we without a doubt are a shade or two darker (and redder) than we were yesterday, but it was a day well spent. We also met a couple of girls (one from California and the other from Vancouver Island), one of whom had a similar mission to my own, which was funny. I truly am meeting a lot of others in the same boat as myself, which is somewhat reassuring.

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Tonight, there are 6 Russian tourists inhabiting our B&B with us, so we will luckily get to mooch off the of the fish dinner that will be prepared for them. I suppose I should feel a tiny bit of guilt for craving fish for dinner while snorkeling today…

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Alhambra from the Albaycin

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The Alhambra, Granada, Spain, Spring 2007

Since I studied abroad in Granada, I have countless images of the Alhambra, and toured it more times than I can remember, but these are definitely my favorite views of this Moorish fortress of Andalucia.

Bahía Drake, Costa Rica

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After a grueling 10 hour 25K hike through the Costa Rican rainforest from Los Patos to La Sirena, and two nights of camping at the ranger station of La Sirena, Sara and I exited Corcovado Parque Nacional made it to Bahia Drake via speedboat this afternoon. Bahía Drake (on the upper right corner of the map, just outside of Corcovado´s boundaries) is an incredibly small island town, with two restaurants, a bar, a pulperia, an Internet cafe, and various tourist offerings, but not much else (and no ATM or bank, meaning we are tight on cash). Fortunately, we do have rooms in a beautiful B&B that is clean and has hot water, electricity, FANS in the room, and nice people. We will plan to be here for the next couple of days (or until our cash runs out) before moving on. I am currently covered in mosquito bites (I counted over 40 on one leg alone), and dripping with sweat like a fat person, but I am so glad to be a little bit closer to the real world as I know it.

I have quite an entry to recap the last couple of days we spent in the rainforest. Last night, for New Year´s Eve, for example, I watched teh sun set at around 5:30PM, ate a simple dinner of couscous and lentils shortly after, and was hibernating in my tent by 8PM (I think…I didn´t keep track of time out there). My tent was the best place where I could minimize the amount of hungry mosquitoes I fed, but unforunately, the tent was also poorly ventilated. So….I rang in the new year drenched in sweat and still covered with mosquito bites…but I was in the middle of the Costa Rican rainforest, listening to macaws and howler monkeys not far away. It was a unique experience, one of many that were had in Corcovado.

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Path to La Sirena ranger station.
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The airfield’s right in front of the campsite.

Corcovado was hot, humid, full of mosquitoes, but also very tranquil, beautiful, and full of wildlife that you can´t easily see elsewhere. Bats, spider monkeys, macaws, toucans, crocodiles, various birds and lizards, were all within yards of where we were sleeping. The rainforest portion of Costa Rica in general isn´t much unlike Hawaii or even parts of Washington state, apart from the unique plants and animals that are found here. When I was hiking, sometimes it felt like I was in the mountains of WA or the Manoa trails of HI. The beach even reminded me of scenes from the TV show Lost. It was an adventure that was both very difficult both physically and mentally, but it was a great experience. I will probably never do it again 😛 More on that later (with some pics too, hopefully!).

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Beach – doesn’t it look like a scene out of Lost?

——— UPDATE ——– 2 days later

We are coming up on finishing day two in Bahia Drake, and this is definitely the vacation getaway spot that you all should be jealous of. Perhaps. If you like small beach towns. Casa Horizantes, the B&B that we are staying in, is a real steal. The 5-bedroom wooden house sits high above Drake Bay, meaning that it is a bit of a hike to get up there (the path isn´t meant for vehicles), but the view and the quality of the house is worth it. Yami, the owner, has been cooking our two meals of the day (breakfast and dinner), and they have been well worth it. Yami and her family inhabit the entire B&B during the winter, but during the summer, they open it up to guests, while the family resides in the smaller side attachment. It is interesting to listen to how the residents of Bahia Drake deal with having the nearest bank/ATM located several hours away by car/bus. They all seem to operate on a debit/credit system, which seems to work fine for them, but for the sake of tourism if nothing else, it would be so much more helpful to have a bank or ATM in town. All in all though, I recommend staying at Casa Horizantes if you ever find yourself on this side of Costa Rica. Check out their website HERE.

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One of the many yummy homemade dinners served at Casa Horizantes
Anyway, we have been sleeping in until about 8:30 every day, arising to eat Yami´s homemade breakfast (usually fruit, eggs, pintos–rice and beans, coffee, and juice), and then lazing about for the day. Yesterday, we walked two hours to Rio Claro, retracing the path that the speedboat took to bring us from La Sirena to Drake Bay. The River was nice and cool, in contrast to the warm sea that it empties into. Swimming in the portion where the river meets the sea is an interesting experience, with the water around you constantly changing from being chilly cool from the river to sunny warm from the sea. We met a European couple with a chatty, imaginative 6-year old boy on our walk to the river, and with them, we went on a $10 touristy canoe ride down the river. It was an hour and a half, and most of the ride seemed like a rip off, except for a short hike to several mini waterfalls that we got to swim under and do some cliff jumping from. All in all though, it was worth a maximum of half the price we paid.
We finished the canoe ride at 4:30PM, an hour before the sunset, and thus had to book it back to town to beat the incoming tides and use as much daylight as possible. Our 2 hour hike in turned into an hour and a half speedwalk back, and we made it with just enough daylight to find our way, but soaking wet hiking boots, unfortunately. The worst part about being here is the fact that things like socks and clothes don´t dry very quickly–my socks are going on 5 days of being damp, which probably means they are getting gross and moldy. Boo.
Today we spent nearly the entire day laying on a nearby beach, soaking up the sun and our books. I made it 100 pages into Maya Angelou´s I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings. For the first time since college, it looks like I´m starting the new year off right by finishing not one but two whole books. Hopefully keep the momentum up for the rest of the year.
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The “dock” for boats leaving La Sirena

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The Dutch family that dropped their drawers for the ride

Parque Nacional Corcovado, Costa Rica

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Corcovado National Park is located in southwest Costa Rica on the Osa Peninsula. According to Wikipedia, it was established in 1975, and encompasses an area of 425 km² (263 mi²), and it has a stunning ecological variety. It is home to lots of wildlife including Baird’s tapirs, Harpy eagles, American crocodiles, Spectacled Caiman, pumas, peccary, ocelots, white-faced monkeys, and bull sharks. I only had the pleasure of seeing a crocodile, monkeys, and birds, but it was still a wonder to behold. Read more about the park here.

Sara and I spent several days in Corcovado National Park, hiking in the day before New Years Eve, and speedboating out on New Years Day. I have to admit that the experience was unlike anything I have ever experienced, and I mean that it had its ups and downs. On December 29, we left the tourist/ex-pat haven of Puerto Jimenez and bussed into the border of the park, staying at the isolated house of our guide Eduardo and his family. They are campesinos, or country-dwellers whose first attempts at farming fizzled out due to wildlife consuming their cattle, so their new focus is on tourism and guiding through the park. Bright and early on December 30, we hauled our packs (mine was around 30lbs) onto our backs, and began our 25k (15 mile) trek to La Sirena ranger station.

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Just outside of Los Patos with our guide, Eduardo.

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A scarlet macaw.
When I was 17, I ran a 30k race in 2.5 hours. This journey took about 8 hours more than that. At first, it was a somewhat leisurely hike, albeit difficult given the weight of our packs and presence of sticky, slippery mud on the path. Occasional river crossings made us grateful for seeking out knee-high rubber boots (botas de hule) in Puerto Jimenez, although after a while, the lack of support within the boots caused a great deal of foot pain. I was also relieved to forget about the possible presence of crocodiles and bull sharks (they swim in both salt and fresh water) in the rivers. It was good to know that the river water was purported by our guide to be drinkable, and even though I was skeptical for a long while, thirst got the best of me and I downed two liters of untreated river water. Luckily no medical problems ensued. Yet 🙂
Lack of distance markers also made it difficult to tell just how far we had left to go, and the fast setting sun later in the day (at around 5PM), was a bit disheartening. All in all, I can’t find the words to express my relief and joy upon finally crossing the clearing of La Sirena just after dusk that day. Covered in mud, sweat, and tears, I know that I looked like a mess, but I quickly learned that this is how most trekkers arrive at La Sirena. There is another station, La Leona, that is an approximately 6 hour hike away from La Sirena, and its path stays on the beach, while the Los Patos path that we did stays entirely in the rain forest. Most trekkers arrived to La Sirena from La Leona, and their stories and dramatic entrances imply that that path is much harder than the one we did. Either way, everyone luckily made it in one piece.
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Large ants in Corcovado
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An American crocodile in the river/ocean crossing
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Hermit crabs

La Sirena is basically a big wooden structure with dorms and a full-service kitchen for those with reservations, and camping platforms and a “do it yourself” kitchen for budget travelers. We were lucky to arrange to have a rentable tent there for us, even though it didn’t breathe well, and we were without sleeping pads the first night. With only a skimpy sleeping bag separating my back from the wooden floor, that’s one way to build a backbone. Humidity was high and the mosquitoes were aplenty, but so were the travelers and the interesting stories they brought. There were Google employees, a Western Washington University professor, students, and unemployed folks traveling in pairs, groups, or families. Perhaps the most interesting story was a group of 5 backpackers coming from La Leona–two girls arrived first, followed by their lost friend the next day, and, on the day we left, the last two of their party made a dramatic entrance (flopping down on the ground out of joy and exhaustion upon arrival). As fun and pretty as it was, I have to admit that I couldn’t have been happier than when I was on the crazy, splashy speedboat heading to Bahía Drake.

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On the speedboat!

Puerto Jiménez, Costa Rica

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After a grueling 9 hour bus ride on a non-air conditioned bus, Sara and I left San Jose and made it to Puerto Jimenez yesterday night. We spent the night at The Palms hotel for a mere $10/head, since the AC in the room was broken. On the plus side, we were given a fan, and the room had both a mosquito net and hot water (my first warm water shower since arriving in Costa Rica! It was glorious). Puerto Jiminez is definitely more of a touristy beach town, with lots of Americans and ex-Pats who speak fluent Spanish with horrible American accents. We spied two huge red macaws this morning — our first glimpse of wildlife, and just bought botas de hule (rubber boots) and are seeking out gas supply for our camping stove before we leave the comforts of Puerto Jiminez and officially embark on our journey into Corcovado Parque Nacional. Wish us luck!

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Convenience store in Puerto Jimenez sells chain saws.
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Mount Rainier, Spring 2008

My first snowshoeing trip, and it was to Mount Rainier with the UPS (Univ of Puget Sound) outdoors club. I am craving the snow right now b/c it is sooooo hot out here!

Photos and Words: Puerto Viejo, Costa Rica

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Pulpería at Puerto Viejo

Bueno, pues fuimos a Puerto Viejo ayer y ahora estamos otra vez en Limon. (We went to Puerto Viejo yesterday, and I am currently in Limon again as I write this).

Christmas festivities here in Costa Rica are, as expected, a bit different than those in the U.S. Christmas eve, which is when we arrived in Limon, is more of a big deal than Christmas day. When Sara, Kumata and I arrived at the house on Christmas eve to meet la madre de Kumata (Mami), Kumata´s 10 year old brother Krishner, and several young cousins. Mami had been cooking all day, partially because she makes triple servings of a dish, which is then exchanged with the neighbors. The thing we were not aware of is that even though she began cooking at 7am, we don´t eat until late at night (10PM, in our case). Waiting was tortuous, but the meal of pasta, chicken, fish and rice was delicious and well worth the wait. Midnight is when the gift-opening occurs, so over glasses of rosé, small gifts of clothing and cellphones were opened.

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Day after Christmas–congregating around the Nintendo Wii

On Christmas day, we along with la familia de Kumata and two neighborhood girls, Ashley and Rakea, spent the latter half of the afternoon at the “city beach” in Limon after a morning of getting up at 10am, spending several hours eating breakfast (fried cakes, yogurt, and coffee). The beach there was a bit cloudy, but it had moderate waves that made well for young boys and their six foot tall surfboards.

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Monkeying around at Playa Bonita in Limón.

Yesterday was the day after Christmas, and the three women of the house, Mami, Sara and I spent most of the day lounging on the tranquil but beautiful beach at Puerto Viejo, which is an hour bus ride away from Limon. It was a small, lazy beach town with many hostels and the general feel of a surfer community. Perhaps my favorite part of the day was going to a bakery for lunch and getting a bocadillo de tortilla espanol, much like the sandwiches my host mom in Spain used to make us for lunch. That night, Mami also made us one of my favorite desserts from scratch–rice pudding. The only other thing I needed to make it an excellent day of food would be another empanada, which I am delighted to see here in Costa Rica, because they were also one of my favorite treats in Spain.


This afternoon, Sara and I will leave Limon for San Jose, where we will re-pack our bags and prepare to head out to Corcovado early tomorrow. Hopefully our actual trip will be less of a headache than the preparations…as an example, to pay the entrance fee into the park, we have to deposit money into the park´s bank account, which we still have yet to do. Anyway, we will be spending the rest of our time in the Peninsula de Osa, hiking and camping through the national park. There will of course be tons of mosquitos and wildlife (including, according to Lonely Planet, peccary), so we are preparing ourselves with lots of DEET, rain boots, and other provisions for ¨roughing it¨in the Costa Rican ¨wilderness¨of sorts. Not to worry to much though, because we will have a guide throughout the entirety of our stay (much to my relief).

So, my closing thoughts on Limon and my first few days in Costa Rica: if there were two things I could have with me right now, it would be tons more DEET and a portable but functional fan. The humidty and mosquito population here are what I imagined Cambodia and Bali would be like, and if I hadn´t been staying in hotels in SE Asia, I probably would have encountered the same situation as aqui. The nice thing is that it cools down enough at night that I can fall asleep in the fan-less and AC-less room that I share with Sara. Citronella candles help keep the bugs away at night, and usually at around 8am, I the heat and buzzing mosquitoes make it uncomfortable to oversleep. Also, I am learning to appreciate the unheated water here–there´s nothing like a cold shower to cool you off for a few minutes, before the heat causes you to start sweating again. Slowly but surely, my Spanish is starting to come back again. It´s a nice sign when I start thinking in Spanish. If only it would flow a bit more frequently…. 😛

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Dubrovnik, Croatia, June 2007

Since I´m kind of on a beach kick right now, these are from my brief trip Dubrovnik, Croatia during my European backpacking tour. I´m in love with the Adriatic Sea…in my memory, it had some of the warmest water ever, and was one of the most beautiful beaches I´ve seen.

Photos and Words: Limón, Costa Rica

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Ahora, estamos en Limón, Costa Rica.
The link is in Spanish, but I am sure there is an easy way to reference it in English.
After a sleepless (but fun) night in Atlanta, I departed for San Jose, Costa Rica yesterday morning, after a brief layover in Houston. I stood in the longest immigration line ever (it took two hours to get a stamp on my passport), and was relieved to finally see a familiar face upon exiting the airport. Sara, her host sister Kumata and friend Jeff picked me up, and we spent the night in San Jose. Early this morning, all of us (sin Jeff) took a 3 hour bus ride to Limon, which is where we will spend the Christmas holiday before Sara and I depart for the Parque Nacional, tentatively on the 28th. From what it sounds like, from then on, it will be several days of pretty hardcore trekking, so I will probably be offline from then until the new year.
Limón is much warmer than San Jose, so it is nice to once again trade in my jeans and winter jacket for board shorts and slippers. It is not as warm as Cambodia and Bali (it was in the 90s in both places), which is a blessing. Also, I hear that there is warm water in the house we are staying in tonight, so I don´t need to attempt and fail to take a cold water shower like I did last night.

Thus far, Costa Rica is unlike any other place I have been to. I thought SE Asia reminded me a lot of Hawaii, but Costa Rica is slightly different. It has the same tropical feel, but is still quite unique in a way I cannot quite describe. Also, I am suprised that there are many dark skinned people here. I suppose this goes along with every other American stereotype of Spanish-speaking countries. We always assume places like Spain and Costa Rica will have people who look like Mexicans, but that is almost never the case (especially not in Spain!). OH, and the salsa music! They like to play tons of salsa music on the street (with the exception of this Internet cafe, which is playing HAWAIIAN music! yes!).

Before I sign off, I´ll explain that this is yet another departure from my previous blog. At the Atlanta Couchsurfing party, I met some travel bloggers there who gave me recommendations for this blog, including neglecting to include my full name in it, hence why I am changing the domain. I will slowly move my other posts over to this blog, and include my post on Atlanta, which is on my laptop, which I left in San Jose for safe keeping.

Meanwhile, I enourage you to check out and bookmark this travel blog by my new friend in Atlanta, Zach. He will spend the upcoming year (beginning Dec 26) traveling through South America and Africa…I wish him all the best on this new adventure!
http://www.travelpod.com/members/zachsmith

 

Photos and Words: Americus and Atlanta, Georgia

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This is part one of my new travel blog series documenting my career break, “Where in the World is Suzi?” Thanks to my fellow SSG writer Jodi for the title inspiration. I just spent the past day and a half in Americus, Georgia. Never heard of it? I don’t blame you. It’s a small town about two and a half hours south of Atlanta, and it’s actually where the international headquarters of Habitat for Humanity are located. See any connections? The purpose of this trip was to visit a Habitat friend I’d made on my trip to Cambodia. Of course, I got a quick tour of the Habitat headquarters, and even drove out to the town of Plains, GA where ex-president Jimmy Carter is from, and currently resides. He teaches Sunday school most weekends he is in town, and despite my agnosticism, I would have attended his service, had I the energy to wake up in time.

It might be a considered by many as a small town full of “rednecks” and “hicks,” but I actually did not encounter any directly. There were certainly signs of outward racism that you hear about in the news, but simply can’t fathom. A sheriff’s house with a huge confederate flag in the front window. A school teacher’s car with a “Bush ’04” bumper sticker. The fact that you can’t buy beer or go to bars on Sundays. There were all sorts of little indicators that this was not an Obama-loving town and separation of church and state did not apply. I was lucky to hang out with three guys who obviously were not originally from Americus, and did not share the same views as the townspeople. We spent my first night in Americus drinking in the best of the town’s only three bars in the historic Windsor Hotel. On the whole though, I rather enjoyed being out in the “middle of nowhere.” It was quiet, peaceful, relaxing, refreshing, and a nice change of scenery. I am glad that I chose to begin my journey here.

Windsor Hotel in Americus, GA

Exploring Atlanta for the First Time

On Monday morning, I left Americus via a shuttle from Warner-Robbins that took me to the Atlanta (ATL) airport. I caught the ATL metro (MARTA) into Midtown, where my Couchsurfing (CS) host met me and took me out to his shared home in East ATL. Something important that CS teaches you is to trust your instincts, or gut reactions, about people, because most of the time, they’re right. In this case, mine were right on. My ATL host came highly recommended on CS, and as one of the city ambassadors who really got the ATL CS community started, I can safely say that he embodies CS ideals and is one of the best CS hosts I have stayed with.

I spent Monday afternoon in the touristy part of ATL, doing the CNN studio tour (CNN´s global headquarters are in ATL), and the World of Coca Cola tour (Coke got its start in ATL as well). Both were rather touristy and seemed geared toward families and younger audiences, but it was still cool to see a major TV network behind the scenes, and, perhaps best of all, sample some 60 different Coke flavors. Ok, it´s not just Sprite and Diet Coke, but it´s variations of Coke products from around the world–I recommend trying the Italian Beverly, and a Coke product in Africa that tastes like pina colada. I was overjoyed that Coke also had a special holiday flavor (gingerbread!) that I probably would have bought in bulk if I had the money and the space. Aside from those two tourist attractions, I didn’t bother to see any more, partially because there aren´t many more in ATL anyway.

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CNN Studios in Atlanta
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Coca-Cola Museum in Atlanta

That night, my CS host, several of his friends and I went to Eddie’s Attic in Decatur to check out their weekly open mic night, where John Mayer supposedly got his start (see the website explanation below). The winner of the evening was King Richard´s Sunday Best…we´ll see if they win big at the Shootout or not! This is a highly recommended event for any music lovers out there.

For over 17 years, we’ve hosted Atlanta’s premiere OPEN MIC for the performing songwriter. National and local acts perform 2 songs each, with 3 finalists returning for a third song at the end of the evening for a chance to win a cash prize and a spot in our bi-annual, nationally acclaimed Open Mic Shootout. These Open Mics are well attended and are once again being hosted by Attic founder Eddie Owen.

The next day, I walked about 6 miles (according to my iPhone) through East ATL and Inman Park until I made it to Little Five Points, a cute area full of coffee shops, second hand clothing stores, and other such things that reminded me of Seattle. After grabbing a gyro and coffee in Little Five Points, I spent the rest of the afternoon relaxing in a Barnes & Noble in Edgewood. That´s something I miss about Seattle–knowing exactly where all of the ¨loungey¨coffee shops with free WiFi are.

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Graffiti in East Atlanta
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Inman Park in Atlanta

That night, I returned to my host´s house at 7Pm, and was awake until I had to leave for the airport 12 hours later, due to the biggest Couchsurfing party I had ever attended (yes, it beat the CS Seattle holiday party of last year). Since my host is one of the ambassadors, he is well-known among the CS ATL community, and it felt like the entire CS ATL community attended. Throughout the course of the evening, I met tons of CSers from all different backgrounds–those born and raised in ATL, and those who had moved there for work, and of course, other CSers stopping through ATL for a quick visit. There were even a few like myself, who had recently quit their jobs and were about to embark on a traveling adventure, except theirs were to last for a full year, unlike my mere month. They tried at length to convince me to do the same, but truthfully, I don´t know that I have the courage to go that far. Yet. 😉

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Some of the many goodies at the Atlanta Couchsurfing Holiday Party

Perhaps the most interesting guy I met didn´t appear at face value to have an interesting story–he appeared to be born and raised in ATL, having never traveled in his entire life, but then he gradually revealed that he spent 8 years backpacking the world, including a crazy story about how he almost made it to Antarctica. I´d give the address to his blog, except it´s not public anymore.

After a majority of the folks I had made initial contact with left the party, and the house was filled with people I didn´t recognize, I tried several times to retire for the evening, but every time I got comfortable, someone would end up in my room, usually a guy complaining about the girl he had brought to the party. As the remaining party people started yelling rounds of drunken karaoke, I accepted the fact that sleeping would not happen that night, and I started talking at length to the stragglers, and was happy I did. I had a lot of good conversations, and really liked everyone who I met in Atlanta. This is a city I plan to return to again.

Now it’s off to Costa Rica!

Photos of the Day

Piccadilly Circus, London, UK, February 2007
While studying abroad in spring 2007, my friends and I spent a weekend in London with the main purpose of seeubg musicals. We saw Wicked our first evening there, and while my friends were at The Lion King, I opted to explore the city by foot for several hours. I wandered around the SoHo and Piccadilly Circus area of London, just happy as a clam to be hearing English everywhere after spending nearly two months in Spain. I happened to catch a huge anti-Bush and Blair protest going through the streets, and I followed it through its entirety, amused to see street cleaners following the protesters, picking up every bit of trash that was in their wake. Above are some of the photos I snapped.
Rome, Italy, June 2007
This photo of me was taken by my parents at our hotel in Rome at the end of my 6 month European adventure. I sustained myself on all that I could carry on my back, and nothing else. I take a similar minimalist approach to nearly all other travels I go on, including this one.
This is my current backpack, which is actually quite a bit smaller than the one I took to Europe. It fits perfectly into the overhead stowbins on the airplanes, and is filled with half clothing, and half coffee/trailmix/host gifts. I like the minimalist approach to life, learning to live with only your basic necessities and minimal luxuries…it’s part of traveling that I enjoy. I finally have an excuse to be offline and not attend to my phone at every beep and chirp it makes. This is the first time that I am traveling with my laptop, intending to make public online blog posts, in lieu of my usual handwritten diaries. This may defeat my purpose of being virtually disconnected from the world, so we’ll see how the presence of technology changes my approach to traveling.