My dad came for a short visit and delivered a suitcase full of boat parts. We were thrilled to host him in Costa Rica even though we were not staying on the boat.
We decided to rent a car to pick him up at the San Jose airport (3 hours away) and to do some recognizance shopping. At some point before we “splash” we will need to provision the boat and stock up on staples so we wanted to find good “box stores”. In addition, we were looking for hardware stores (Ferraterias), car stores (PepBoys type places), and big box stores (Wallmart). We set a few pin marks on our trusty Maps.me app and drove the 3 hours to San Jose.
We managed to find several stores, scoped out a few places to return to and made a few small purchases before my dad’s flight landed.
On our way to Quepos, we stopped by crocodile bridge over Rio Tarcoles. The theory is when the tide is out (like the image) they can sunbathe on shore and as the tide comes in it is flooded with fish to feed upon. However, many locals are worried for the safety of crocodile viewers and the crocs themselves. The bridge is ridiculously narrow and has heavy traffic making it dangerous for tourist. How many do you count in this photo? (Answer at bottom of blog)
Next, we did a drive by in Herradura to show him where Sugar Shack was anchored when she was struck by lightning.
We caught a beautiful sunset at Jaco beach and stopped in for dinner at Ridiculous Burgers. My dad had an “all american burger” and Matt and I split a Mahi burger. Sound healthy? Well they did serve this ridiculous 6 patty burger shown below to a group of 4 people.
We finally arrived back at the apartment around 2000 and started to unpack. My dad brought a suitcase full of boat parts, a gray backpack full of important stuff (money, passports), and a Swiss Gear new black backpack for all of his clothes.
He opened the Swiss Gear backpack and realized it was not his. He thought it was ours which we quickly denied. Unfortunately, he had swapped backpacks with someone else. Yikes. See image below for photo of both backpacks.
Inside this backpack was a Dell Computer with an “Asset tag” which identified the company. There was several resumes, a hard drive, thumb drives, glasses, medicine and miscellaneous items. We found her boarding pass, looked her up on LinkedIn and Facebook and sent messages through both social channels. There was no other contact information.
My dad called Alaska Airlines and the local airport and filled out a lost baggage form. Then we waited…
No response from the backpack owner, so we called her company and left a message on her work voicemail. Next, I called the SJO Alaska airlines office and to our surprise, our mystery woman had already called and was returning my dad’s bag that same day. Yeah. When she arrived, they got her phone number and had her call us. We made arrangements to bring her bag back and retrieve my father’s bag on Friday (when he flies back to the U.S.)
In the meantime, we need to get him some clothes. He borrowed a few shirts and flip flops from Matt and off we go into “town.”
We scored some new outfits, met Matt for lunch, walked to the marina and then walked back to the apartment. My dad is not a big walker and he was shocked to realize he had put in 3.2 miles of walking. Yeah dad!
Dad wanted to check out a local fishing village and fishing processing plant. Barrio el Cocal is “the” place to go to see the local fisherman. We swung by a plant that let us look around, watch them cut and clean their fish, and put the heads in storage – all really gross, but dad loved it.
Love the “Pura Vida” lifestyle in Costa Rica…
Came across a local avocado seller and dad was surprised at the size of the local avocados – these are not your average California avocados.
After thoroughly exhausting him, we headed back to the apartment for a little R&R before going out for dinner.
Much to our surprise, it has not rained in the first 3 days of my dad’s visit. Super strange, as it it normally rains every day for many hours a day. But we finally received some rain in the afternoon for a couple of hours.
Being from California, he had not seen rain in a very long time. In fact, now he is mostly seeing smoke and ash in the sky from the horrible California wildfires – so rain is a pleasant surprise.
We hopped on the public bus and headed to Manuel Antonio for happy hour. We were treated to an awesome lightning show (it is only awesome because we were on shore and not on our boat). Cold drinks overlooking the Pacific at Bar Code 506.
Time to show dad the boat. We swung by the marina a few days ago, but we were not able to show him the interior of the boat because we had workers all over the place.
First, we took him to see RumpleTeazer, our friend Keith’s boat which is a 43′ Catana. I wanted him to see what a “livable” boat looked like before we took him to see our boat which is all torn apart.
Keith was super kind and let us poke all around. We then walked over to the yard to show him Sugar Shack and to his surprise he really could tell the difference between a 43′ and a 47′ catamaran. Even though it is only 4′ shorter and maybe 2-3′ skinnier, the spaces feel bigger. I didn’t get the idea he was very impressed with our boat but who could blame him as it was a total disaster.
We had another casada at Soda Sanchez, our go to spot for spectacular food. As you might recall, a “Soda” is not a drink but a local eatery. Sometimes they appear as businesses, sometimes they are on the front porch of someone’s house. A “casada” is a typical local meal that comes with a salad, veggie, beans, plantain and your choice of either meat, chicken, fish, or pork. All for the low price of 2,500 colones or $5.00. Tasty and cheap!
And, to my dad’s surprise, he walked another 3.3 miles today! I will get him walking and drinking water if it kills me!
It was hard to send him off after such a short visit, but hopefully we have convinced him to come back once the boat is back in the water.
We got a little Capuchin love on dad’s last night at the apartment.
The boys contemplating life…
Short and sweet. We rented a car to return dad back to San Jose and pick up Wayne.
We went straight to Alaska Airlines to swap bags. It doesn’t look like they are 100% similar because the lighting was different, but they both were black. Not sure who grabbed whose bag first, but at least they are both back with the rightful owners.
Giant sloth at the airport posing for photos
Poor Matt had to walk to the marina to get his wallet with his driver’s license (which needed to rent the car). On the way, he walked past a man spraying bug spray trying to kill the bad bugs. Unfortunately, one of them ran from the bug spray right into Matt and stung him on his ankle. All he saw was a big black something and then the pain and swelling started…
Answer: 11 crocodiles spotted in photo