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When I was growing up, vacations at the beach and trips to amusement parks were a comfortable temperature and had rounded corners.
"Erm... 404? Isn't this some kind of... error?"
Trippy's first stop in Costa Rica: the Britannia Hotel.
"The Ultimate Costa Rican Experience" boasts the web site for this hotel; and depending upon one's expectations, this could be accurate. You want drugs? You got it! You want hookers? You got it! You want a gun-toting night porter? You got it! You want a snack or a cup of coffee after dark? In that case, your life is in your hands.
Yeah, we fell for the web site hype (via Orbitz -- never booking through those lying scumbags again).
"Close to airport," it said. "Close," the night clerk informed us when we arrived after a forty-five minute taxi ride, means "anything within twenty kilometers of the airport."
"Airport shuttle," they claim. "You have to call a day in advance for the shuttle, and the cost is twenty-five dollars American." Or... you can take a taxi, for twenty dollars.
The entire building is surrounded by a stone wall. The sides and rear of the building are enclosed in a huge glass and steel structure, kind of like a giant terrarium. Across the street there's a charming local corner bar, in front of which rough looking street people and "professional workers" ply their trades.
During the day, the neighborhood is kind of a run-down but otherwise typical noisy city block, with broken pavement and uneven sidewalks. After dark... "we recommend you do not go outside after dark," intoned the desk clerk, the armed security guard / night porter nodding quiet assent to her warning. So... food? The hotel restaurant, a fancy joint with linen napkins on the tables and serving escargot, was empty except for one bored girl in jeans and a midriff-baring t-shirt slouched over the bar watching television. The desk clerk informed us that take-out delivery places do not deliver to this neighborhood at night.
On the way to the hotel, through a warren of narrow, twisting streets lined with scary looking characters, hemmed in by dark, shuttered, barred windows looming sightlessly from broken brick facades on either side, the taxi driver explained as best he could through his limited English and our fractured Spanish that "Columbians" and "Nicaraguans" had taken over the area, and that it was rapidly deteriorating. "Problems, big problems, very bad, very bad," he said as he cautiously navigated the pot-holed route.
The hotel is located on the edge of the "bad part" of this neighborhood. The rooms are pleasant enough, clean and comfortable. Obviously some effort has gone into keeping the building secure and safe. But... close to airport? No. "Ultimate Costa Rican Experience?" Despite Trippy's urgings, I did not venture outside to make the acquaintance of any of the "experienced Costa Ricans" working the night shift, so I can't comment with authority as to the "ultimateness" of any potential "experiences." Other than to offer that ultimately, I'd expect to lose, if nothing else, my wallet.
Perhaps I'm simply not adventurous enough, but my initial impression of Costa Rica was... that I was not impressed. Perhaps I'd have been more bold had I been packing a revolver -- and it was one hefty revolver -- like the night security guy.
Picture of me taken by Ivy.
Sweater is from Target. Dress was trash picked by my friend Katrina. Tights are from the Urban Outfitters dumpster. Boots are Doc Martens from Building 19.
so after more than two years travelling around the continent of south america i touched down on english soil a few days ago. it feels a little surreal to be back, everything seems both familiar and strange at the same time. day one was spent fighting a losing battle to keep awake from my jet-lagged, sleep deprived state. day two involved walking to a rainy town centre in flip-flops and looking for a wardrobe to better suit the autumnal english climate. then today, day three, i went food shopping and had a near religious experience. the choice, oh the endless choice, was close to overwhelming. there was a whole aisle full of cheese - if you can imagine that. countless varieties of crisps... more than three different types of beer... bacon, english muffins, mushrooms... i mean it was like a market, only super. i'm fully aware this novelty will soon wear off, but i've found that stuffing bacon sandwiches into my face does help with the readjustment.
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