Caribbean vibes in Puerto Viejo

Due to a change of plans, I could still make it to the Caribbean coast of Costa Rica. However, this time I had to travel by public transportation. Thus, Wednesday morning, I met Rieke again at the bus station in Quepos, where we started our journey by first taking the bus to San Jose. Once there, we quickly grabbed a taxi to another bus station to catch our connecting bus to Puerto Viejo. And while we made it there in time, the bus was already fully booked, meaning we had to wait for the next one anyways. After being on the go for more than 12 hours, we finally made it to Casa Wolaba, our hostel in Puerto Viejo.

Our first full day started with breakfast at the hostel’s open kitchen, followed by a walk along Playa Cocles, sunbathing and cooling off in the ocean, and getting some fresh coconuts on the way back to the hostel. In the evening, we grabbed some drinks and headed to the beach to watch the sunset. As it was raining the following day and I also felt slightly sick, Rieke and I had a relaxing day and got some much-needed rest. The weather wouldn’t get better the next day. Yet, it was already my last day in Puerto Viejo, and I still wanted to explore a few more corners around here. So, we strolled around town, had lunch at Grow, and went to Playa Negro. Since Rieke had to change hostels, I accompanied her on the way there, when it was also about time to say goodbye to each other. Waking up to sunshine and blue skies the following morning, I was a little mad as I was leaving now. Once I had packed up my things and checked out, I headed down to the bus station, where Rieke surprisingly came by to say goodbye again and even got me breakfast for the bus ride. From the bus stop in San Jose, I walked to the Selina hostel and, after checking in, headed to Café Otoya for some late lunch. On the way back to the hostel, I grabbed some iced coffee and ended my last evening hanging out on the hostel’s rooftop.

After getting to the airport on Monday morning, I had breakfast there and waited for my flights back home – first to Montreal, via Munich, and finally to Vienna. And while that might sound like an exhausting trip home, it wasn’t that bad though. Worse, however, were the temperatures that awaited me back home. Because after having such a great time in Costa Rica, I nearly forgot it was winter back home.

A stroll along Playa Negro

One last stop in San Jose before heading home

More impressions Puerto Viejo

Puerto Viejo’s motto: Leave your problems behind this point

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