I had noticed a few posts on Facebook from a friend of mine about her non-profit organization in Costa Rica, Clara Vista. After doing a little research on where it was located and what they were trying to do, I gained an interest in trying to become part of it. So I contacted my friend, Tammy, and asked if I could do anything to help. She said that there wouldn’t be anyone in Costa Rica while I was there, but I could still go do something. After a few emails, I found out where to be, who to contact, and Tammy arranged for me to stay with a family.
So after 10 days of working, skydiving, and hanging out with some friends I had to find my way to this little village. I was able to hop a ride to Tamarindo with some skydivers. It was 4 hours with a 25 kilos bag on my lap, but way better than the 10+ hours it’d take me on the public buses. I survived two night in the tourist trap of Tamarindo without getting robbed and I even caught a few fun waves.
Seeing the sign was such a relieved after all the travel I had to do. Oh, Venado!
From Tamarindo, there are a few ways to get to Venado. I could take a 1 hour bus, wait a couple hours, then another 2 hour bus. I could pay a taxi $50. Or take a bus and hitch-hike the rest of the way. Of course I opted for the cheapest and most adventurous route. By hitch hiking I had the fallback plan of catching the bus. But I had high hopes for catching a ride.
It turned out to be a 30 minute bus, 30 minutes waiting, then a 10 minute bus, 5 minute walk, 1 hour waiting for a ride and then finally the first car that passed picked me up for the 20 minute drive down a rough dirt road. Overall it was only about an hour faster than if I took the regular bus. But it was way more fun waiting for a ride on a dirt road, in the middle of nowhere, with my bag and surfboard with nothing around but a few monkeys.
Tammy gave me the name of the one and only local “restaurant” owner who I immediately seeked out once I arrived in the town center. I say “restaurant” because it is just her own kitchen with one table outside where she offers meals to whomever. In the same building there is a bar and a little store. The store is just as small as everything else. About a 3×3 meter room with random assorted goods.
Patricia’s ‘restaurant’ on the streets of Venado isn’t your typical downtown ones.
Patricia was easy to find and told me to wait. After about 10 minutes a silly looking guy pulled up on a quad and said that he would take me to my homestay. I hopped on and hoped for the best. I didn’t know where we were going, how far it was, what kind of environment it would be, or anything. But that is what makes it fun.