By Michael Sito

By Michael Sito

Saturday, May 12, 2018

Travelogue: a Little “Pura Vida” in Costa Rica



 Travelogue: a Little “Pura Vida” in Costa Rica

  

Manual Antonio, Costa Rica: Vacation May 1-9, 2018


Airport/Arrival-

When we stepped out of the airport we hit a wall of in-your-face mercantilism.  We were surrounded by taxi drivers fighting to offer us a ride.  We literally had to push our way through to the rental car shuttle bus stop.  Even at the bus stop, endless people kept coming up and offering transit services.  “This is a bit over the top,” I said to my group after the eighth guy approached us at the bus stop.   

After about twenty minutes, we arrived at the car rental agency.  I thought I got a great rate off of Orbitz from a smaller rental company, but they did the old switcheroo and added “mandatory insurance” that wasn’t mentioned anywhere on my rental confirmation.  I balked.  They said if I wanted the car, I’d have to pay it.  The mandatory rates brought the rental cost up 400%.  I told the guy that it was totally ridiculous to issue a confirmation that didn’t have these costs listed or mentioned and walked out. 

I went to another agency next door to see what I could get.  They tried to screw me even more.  My family was waiting and it was boiling hot outside, so my back was up to the wall and they all knew it.  I went back to the original agency and reluctantly paid up.  My mood went from excited to sour in less than an hour from touch down- not the best welcome.  I resolved to never take the best deal online from an unknown company and just pay up with a Hertz or Budget to avoid these scams.  Also, the car we were given sucked; it was a beaten down Diahatsu and its A/C couldn’t overpower the scorching heat, but at least we were on the road, moving forward. 


Manuel Antonio

Monkey on our balcony
Three hours later, we pulled into our condo and our excitement was restored by the beautiful landscape all around.  The rental car shenanigans were history now.  I first saw our rental condo on AirBnb, but as I was investigating other options, I stumbled upon its website and got the place for 25% less by booking directly.  It was right in town and close to the beach.  We had a fantastic view overlooking the rainforest at the Pacific.  This worked out.  







Beach

The Main Beach at Manuel Antonio
 When we arrived down at the beach, there were like ten official looking people dressed in uniforms blowing whistles, jumping into the street and making all the cars pull into a parking lot.  We stopped.  They said we had to park there if we were going to the beach.  We parked and paid $15 (for the sake of clarity, I’ll only use USD throughout the blog instead of the local Costa Rica Colones).  Fifteen bucks for parking in Costa Rica?  Something didn’t feel right.

Once we got out of the car, another woman immediately approached and asked if we needed beach chairs and umbrellas.  I told her we did.  She said $14 for two chairs and an umbrella.  I told her we needed at least three chairs (we were three adults and one child).  She said $18.  I was again skeptical of the prices, but found myself handing over the money anyway. 

Everyone I spoke with before our trip raved about Costa Rica (and Manuel Antonio in particular) but they hadn’t been there in over ten years.  They told me about untouched beaches and the impressive nature, but never the prices.  I knew that over recent years the place had become an American tourist Mecca, but could it really have gotten to be such a rip-off? 

After we took a swim and relaxed a bit, I decided to investigate and walked down the beach and up to the little road.  I saw a smaller parking lot on the side of the street.  I went over and asked the guy how much.  “$10 Senor.”  I said thanks and started walking away.  He yelled, “$8” as I walked away.  I now understood how it worked.      

I then asked some other people down the beach about chairs and umbrellas.  The price was lower.  Despite travelling to so many places around the world, I had let the Costa Rican aggressive mercantilism overpower my common sense.

The next day we didn’t stop at the parking lot despite all the attendants freaking out when I drove on the other side of the road around them.  Whistles were being blown and they were yelling “Senor! Stop!!! You need to stop!!!”.   I didn’t care.  I was on to their game now.

We went to the end of the little beachfront road and found a parking strip off to the right.  The attendant asked for $10, I looked shocked and said, “$10?  It was $5 last time we parked here!”  He immediately took the $5.  The next day I paid him $3.50.  Since I figured that was fair, I stopped negotiating and we parked with him every day going forward.   

On the beach, we walked by a few people renting chairs and umbrellas.  We stopped at a nice patch of sand and said, “How much for four chairs and two umbrellas?”

“$16 Senor.”

“No, we were offered a much better price over there.”  I vaguely waved back the way we came and started walking away.

“How much?”

“$7.”

“Ok, my friend.”  That was easy.  He led us to a nice pavilion with four lounge chairs and we settled in.  Less than $2 a chair, $3.50 for all day parking- finally, the cost side of this equation was coming back to reality. 

Food

There are tons of expensive tourist trap restaurants with great food, but also crazy prices.  The first couple places we went to, which were highly recommended, had entrées for $20-30 each!  I like a good meal as much as anyone, but this kind of coin for fish in Costa Rica?  Come on.  The next day we explored Quepos, the little town down the mountain.  We found a fish market.  Fresh fish and seafood offered daily straight from the ocean.  We picked up some beautiful Red Snapper and Sea Bass.  It was a hefty amount of fish, enough to feed three adults to full satiation.  It cost $10. 
Imperial Beer- my favorite CR beer
Once we found this place, we cracked the nut and started eating dinner at our condo and then hitting some bars for $1.75 Imperial beers and $5-6 tropical cocktails.  As the trip progressed, we also found some great seafood restaurants near the beach that cost about $15 per person including a couple drinks apiece, which was well worth it.    

Summary

There are many little beaches to choose from, but the big one at Manuel Antonio was our favorite.  It had a lot of little cafes to eat at and the best waves to body surf.  The big thing is you have to negotiate tooth and nail for everything.  The locals start really high, but fold quickly.  The most beautiful beach was inside the nature preserve, but it’s only accessible if you go on a tour, so we only visited that one once.  At that one, monkeys and raccoons come right up as your lounging looking for food.     


a Sloth hanging around
You see lot of wildlife all around and the air is clean.  Our condo had monkeys coming onto our balcony all the time.  We’d feed them apple slices out of our hands.  It was always a pleasant thing when a pack of 10 monkeys would stop by.  We also saw lots of sloths, lizards, frogs and birds.    

Overall, Costa Rica was a great beach vacation and I’d happily return, but next time, I’ll try to find an area more off the beaten path.

The locals were friendly and it was totally safe everywhere we went.  It was good, healthy living (pura vida!) with an impressive landscape of rolling hills, rain forests and lots of animals.  Well worth checking out. 

The beach inside the Nature Reserve was the most beautiful and pristine
That being said, after spending a month in India recently, it’s hard not to compare the two and despite the long distance, I’m still a much bigger fan of the subcontinent.  








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Do you like Travelogues?  I blogged my extended journey throughout India earlier this year.  You can find the first post (with lots of photos) linked below.  Give it a read- some interesting and funny stuff there-)  






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