We woke up this morning to the same rainstorm that lulled us to sleep. Though I’ve been fully aware that I’ve been travelling during the central American rainy season, this was one of the only times where the downside of that has become apparent. There’s not much to do in a beach town during a rainstorm.
I saw it as somewhat serendipitous as I wanted to get away from Jaco anyway. So we used the day to travel. First, we said adios to Curt and Matt, and the rest of us headed out in the downpour to wait for the bus to Quepos. Once we got there (only an hour late, which makes it one of the more punctual buses on this trip), Elyse and her friends decided to stay and Alec and I opted to keep on moving, hoping to get closer to our desired destination of Puerto Jimenez on the Osa Peninsula.
More adiosing, then we hopped on the supercrowded San Isidro bound bus. A few hours later, we were settling into our room at Hotel Astoria (the lonely planet guide aptly describes it as “having all the charm of a psychiatric ward”). An early night for us as we had to catch another bus at 6:30 the next morning.