Tuesday, February 23, 2010

Manuel Antonio National Park

One of the last adventures we went on with the in-laws while the kids were still out on the Costa Rican version of summer holidays (Nov 28 to Feb 7th) was to Manuel Antonio National Park. After Arenal Volcano, this is probably Costa Rica’s next biggest tourist attraction, and for good reason. It’s both a land and marine protected area harbouring a large variety of plant and animal life.

Out of all the places we’ve been to in Costa Rica (including Arenal), this one struck us as the most “touristy”. Still, it’s a far cry from Cancun, say. And really beautiful.

However, touristy places usually have some interesting restaurants, and this was no exception. Two of the most interesting ones we’ve been to were here. El Avion is a must see for anybody going to Manuel Antonio. Click the link above to get the whole story, but basically they took an old cargo plane used in the Iran-Contra / Sandinista scandals of the 80’s and made it into a restaurant. Really cool, and the food was excellent.

The next night we went to “Ronny’s Place” which is situated on a hill top where you can see the sun set on the Pacific Ocean. We got there too late to see the sun go down, but did see a great lightning show way off shore that gave us just a hint of how cool the sunsets must be. Also, the food was excellent as well. I had a Mahi-Mahi dish that was my best meal in Costa Rica so far.

Here are some pics. (Click to enlarge):

The intrepid hiking party.

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A Capuchin seen along the way.

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Crappy quality picture, but that blob is a sloth… Honest!

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La Playa I

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La Playa II

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La Playa III

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The bar at El Avion.

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The cargo door of the plane opens out into the main part of the restaurant.

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They had another small plane standing up on it’s tail that they had converted into a working dumbwaiter. How cool is that?

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One of the last nights for the grandparents & grandkids to spend together. Both enjoyed it.

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The girls.

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One of the hazards / joys of mixing enormous bio-diversity and open-air restaurants.

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Monday, February 22, 2010

The Caribbean Side…

I usually try to blog one of our adventures as soon as possible, but with the in-laws here and school starting up again, I’m way behind. Oh well.

On the last day of January the four of us and the in-laws headed off across the country to Caribbean side to check out that area. Probably the most challenging part was trying to navigate through the capital city of San Jose itself. Once that was done we went through Cartago (the old capital before it was moved to San Jose), past Volcan Turrialba and then out towards Limon.

Along the way we saw some of the huge banana plantations where they grow them for export. There was row after row of them and they seemed to go on for ever. Very cool.

Having heard that there really wasn’t much to stick around for in Limon, we zoomed straight through and turned south along the coast to Cahuita. The first night we stayed right at the entrance to the Cahuita National Park.

While our hike through the park was a definite highlight for me, we also discovered that it has an interesting history. The original town of Cahuita was actually situated inside the park as it stands today. They moved everybody out back in the 50’s and stopped all of the logging that had been going on there. Then, once the park boundaries had been set up, they started to reforest the area. What I was looking at was a second-growth forest only 50 to 60 years old. To see the tangled jungle and massive canopy in the area today really impressed me.

Megan and I got to go on a late day hike into the park without kids for a change (thanks grandma & grandpa!!!). We saw a lot of howler and white-faced capuchin monkeys quite close to the trail which is always great.

But my favourite part was when we came to a waterway that was spilling out of the dense jungle across the beach into the Caribbean Sea. We could walk upstream a bit and look into the thick Mangroves on each side, but I didn’t want to go very far. To see a huge croc or snake come shooting out of the underbrush would not have surprised me at all!!! It reminded me of pictures I’ve seen of the Amazon. It was really great.

The next couple of nights we moved over to Playa Negra just on the north end of Cahuita. A few weeks before there had been an unusually long rain which brought a lot of driftwood down the rivers which made its way onto the beach. It was too bad because the beach looked great (other than that). The good thing was we were at a great little resort (also called Playa Negra) with a pool and the most playful German Sheppard guard dog named Dolly. Both kept the kids occupied for hours.

Being on the Caribbean coast, this side of Costa Rica has a lot more of a Jamaican-like flavour to it - the residents are much darker-skinned than the rest of Costa Rica, and there is much more English being spoken. One night (again thanks to the in-laws), Megan and I got to go out to “Coco’s Bar”, where they had a  guy singing along to Reggae tunes in both English and Spanish. It was kind of fun to people watch the locals and tourists alike and just kick back and enjoy.

Another night we were eating at a good local restaurant when the waitress said that the kids might want to go and see the “perezoso”… Huh?, what’s that? So out we go and we realize that it means “sloth”. How cool is that. This is the first one we’ve seen so far.

From there it was down to almost the Panama border at Punta Uva for the last 2 nights. Here we had a great resort on Playa Chiquita right on the beach. Unfortunately, it was this beautiful location where Grandpa, Nathan and I all finally came down with the stomach bug that Megan had previously. I stayed in bed for 24 hours more or less and read a whole novel. Nathan was much quicker recovering. I did get out once for 20 minutes or so to take some pics of the kids at the beach, and we were all better after a short time.

Megan, Grandma and the kids did get the chance to go to a great little zoo / animal rescue center without me and I was jealous. They had a great time playing with the monkeys, holding baby sloths, etc. (See the pics below.)

We were all very happy that we got to see that side of the country.

 

Coco’s Bar in Cahuita

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Stuff found in and around the park.

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Jungle meets Ocean meets Megan.

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Howler in the trees. No, those aren’t his eyes.

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The sloth at the restaurant.

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Some views from our spot at Punta Uva (Playa Chiquita)

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The animal reserve…

This one screams for a punch line but I’m drawing a blank.

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Thursday, February 11, 2010

A Visit to a Costa Rican Clinic

We’ve been in Costa Rica for almost 6 months already, running around with tarantulas, snakes and scorpions, drinking the tap water and eating at all sorts of restaurants and road-side food stands and none of us has been the least bit sick or injured… that is until a couple of weeks ago when Megan came down with a bit of a stomach bug that knocked her down a couple of pegs for 4 or 5 days.

So, not being the sick one, I looked at it as an excellent opportunity to experience first hand what a visit to the local clinic is like here in Costa Rica.

Of course, going on an adventure like this with kids, the very first thing we looked into was the cost, availability and quality of the medical system and we heard pretty much all positive reviews. Also, we shopped around for out-of-country medical insurance and found a good, comprehensive policy that we could afford.

So, with our policy in hand, Megan and I headed down to our local clinic. Having limited Spanish is one thing at the grocery store or the mechanic’s, but the medical clinic is quite another. I was actually a bit surprised that there wasn’t somebody that spoke English readily available, mind you I never directly asked that question either. Maybe there is. Megan was definitely not feeling good, but neither was she dying, so we stumbled through the initial questions at the front desk as best we could. We got confused a couple of times for sure. If I was in there with a really sick kid I think I would have had to find somebody that spoke English.

They asked us if we had insurance and I said that I would be paying cash and then claim it on my insurance policy. After a bit of confusion, they seemed to think that would be OK. After yet more confusion with the instructions, we eventually got in to see a doctor. I’m sure it took us no more than twenty minutes to see him. Things were looking up!

He spoke no English either, so asking and answering questions about symptoms and remedies was a challenge (like that Steve Martin joke, did he say NEVER drink milk, or MAKE SURE you drink milk???) Anyway, we got through that and he finally said that we should take her for a blood test. “Ah, I thought, this will be a drag. I thought I would have to go find a clinic, wait in line again, go through more confusing instructions etc. etc.”, but no, we were just sent down the hall, there was no line up at all, and the guy taking the blood (who did speak English) said to wait about 20 minutes and he’d have the results. Are you kidding me!!!!???" When was the last time it took you less than a half an hour to take blood AND get the results?

So we were given the results and given more instructions. Of these, I basically only understood to “go back”. So we returned to the desk where we originally checked in (noticing a couple of other people waiting in line smirking at the obviously lost gringos) and without having to wait again, were sent right back to the same doctor who saw us initially.  He looked at the results and told us that Megan has “rotovirus”, or one of several viruses commonly referred to as the stomach flu. Most people have come in contact with this virus in their lives and it’s rarely a real danger other than for very small children. This was great news because I don’t have life insurance on Megan yet anyway.

The doctor told us that this is going around Costa Rica these days and gave us a prescription for some Gatorade-like rehydration liquid, some Acetaminophen, and some pills to help the stomach cramps. And we’re done! All that we have left to do is go back to the main desk and pick up our bill.

And the cost you ask? Well, for the medical consult AND the blood work it cost us 31000 Colones, or approximately $59 Canadian dollars. As we had Tylenol at home we didn’t get that part of the prescription filled, but for the liquid and the stomach pills, our total was around 4000 Colones or approx. $7.50 Canadian. I’m still contemplating whether $67 is worth the hassle of making the claim or not. (Probably not).

And from the time we left home to go to the clinic till the time we got back with the prescription filled, it was less than 3 hours. When’s the last time you went to a walk-in clinic and accomplished all of that in that amount of time??

Oh yeah, and Megan got better. (Unfortunately Nathan, Grandpa and I all ended up with the same bug a few days later, but no trips to the clinic were necessary.)

Sunday, February 7, 2010

Trapiche - Sugar Cane processing

We had another fabulous opportunity to see a piece of Costa Rica that’s not available to any other tourists through our good friend Eduardo. He still keeps in close contact with his old neighbours in the little pueblo he grew up in near the town of Plancillo. They have a finca (or farm) with an old-fashioned, yet still working sugar cane processing set-up that he used to work at while he was a kid.

They graciously invited us to come and spend the day to watch the whole process and we happily accepted. Along with our family (including the in-laws, here visiting for a month), we were joined by the GonzosInCostaRica clan, and Ginger and her 3 daughters. They are also from Texas and have recently moved to Atenas permanently and Casey is in the same grade as Rachel and Gabbi.

To get there took us about 45 minutes and we got to travel on the best and the worst of Costa Rican roads. We started on the newly opened super-highway that goes from San Jose to the Pacific coast, and ended up on a dirt road to the farm where we had to put the car in 4-wheel drive and even cross a couple of small creeks.

The sugar cane processing starts with an ox-driven wheel turning a large grinding wheel. The long stalks of cane are cut up into small pieces (by hand with a machete) and fed into the grinder. The spent and squished cane fibre is pilled up and left to dry. It will be used in the fires later. The raw “jugo de cana”, or sugar cane juice, runs through an underground pipe to one of 2 huge metal cooking pots that sort of resemble a huge wok.

These 2 pots are placed on top of a very cool brick oven system that is built right into the ground. Somehow (convection?) the smoke is all drawn out of a large chimney and there is almost no smoke inside the building.

So, after passing through a rough strainer into the first pot, the juice starts to be warmed up to evaporate all of the water out of it, however it is still very cloudy with debris. Thus the next step is to find the bark of a tree that grows on the farm (whose name escapes me now) and strip it and put it into a pail of water. The sap of this particular tree is very thick and gooey like molasses. They mush it around in the pail of water and then remove the bark. Once that is done, they pour some of the sappy mixture into the cane juice and it helps separate out the debris which will rise to the top. Pretty cool.

It doesn’t take long to see a thick froth form on top. Then they take what looks like a huge spoon and start to skim the debris off the top into another strainer. The resulting sludge is used as a highly nutritious animal feed. As you are starting to see, nothing goes to waste. The now much-clearer juice is left to evaporate out the water. Eduardo tells me that if you were to put a glass bowl over the big pots to catch the escaping steam, you’d get almost pure water.

The reason there are 2 pots is a little unclear to me, however I did hear somebody say that it is simply to split the liquid into more manageable volumes. I’m guessing having more surface area to allow evaporation must help as well.

While we are waiting for the liquid to be ready for the next step, Eduardo comes in with an 8 foot long length of banana tree trunk and proceeds to separate off some outer layers. We had no idea why he was doing this, but eventually found out he was making some natural vessels to hold some of the hot liquid and keep it in liquid form while they were doing other things. I don’t know if the banana tree helps maintain the heat or what, but it certainly was fascinating to see them once again make use of their natural surroundings. I called these “Banana Boats”.

So now the liquid is ready and they take their huge spoon and fill up the banana boats first and put them aside. Then 2 people bring out what looks like a dug out canoe (and in fact they call it “canoa” in Spanish). They start spooning liquid into it and using a huge paddle to stir it around. Then when it’s just the right consistency, they scoop it out with a little pot, and using wooden utensils, they spoon it into conical little moulds cut into a large thick wooden plank.

They harden quickly and then they turn the whole thing upside down to get them out. The resulting little blocks of cane sugar are called “tapas” that are used either for cooking or they will break a small piece to put in their coffee, sort of like a sugar cube.

Finally, they stack 4 tapas end-to-end and tie them into bundles using the sugar cane leaves. They go into the crop earlier in the year and pick the leaves off before the windy season starts and shreds them. One of the videos below show them tying up a bundle.

The process we witnessed took about 4-5 hours for 2 people (but they had a bit of help from Eduardo as well), and produced around 90 tapas. They tell us that they will sell them for around 400 colones per tapa (which is less than a dollar), or around $70 dollars Canadian for the day’s work.

Now, back to the banana boats. Once they were done with the tapas moulds, they went back to the liquid banana boats and poured then into the bottom of the “canoa”. To this they added peanuts, condensed milk powder and butter, and stirred it up until it hardened into a type of sugar cane “brittle”, sort of like peanut brittle, but sweeter. Each of the families got a big “block” to take home. It was quite hard, and a bit too sweet for my tastes, but the experience was unforgettable.

 

The grinding wheel and the catch basin.

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Pipe into the initial filter & the cooking pots.

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The oven.

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To Rachel’s right, you can see the “canoa” and the tapas moulds.

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Ray and Lu get to taste some of the sweet foam that is produced as part of the evaporation.

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Here you can see them stoking the fire with the old crushed sugar cane stalks, and the big pot in all of it’s steaming glory.

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The Ox wheel proved to be a great toy for the kids to play on.

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The Ox gets a sugar cane break.

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Stirring the “canoa”.

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The banana boats.

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Filling the moulds.

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The Tapas – done.

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A bundle of 4 tapas tied up, ready for market.

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