We have made it to the other coast! The sunny and dry Pacific Coast. We decided to go to Montezuma and the trip there was, well, bouncy. Three girls from our last hostel in La Fortuna were on the bus so we travelled with them and were happy to have their company. It was a long 10 hour trip. Bus then ferry then bus again. It was fine until the second bus. That was so bumpy. My boobs were flying every which way. I had to hold them down with my arm. We arrived safely in Montezuma around 10 pm and there were hundreds of people flooding the steets. People were friendly and trying to give advice on which hostels might be available. We soon noticed a pattern: “NO VACANCY!” We tried so many hostels with no luck and then finally, like it had just appeared out of nowhere, came this big hostel (Or as I call it the haunted house). There was this old man, shorter than me, with one glass eye, hairy, with big glasses and wearing only heart patterned boxer shorts who greeted us. It was like something from a twisted 80’s thriller. He couldn´t remember a damn thing either. The one girl and I checked out the place, decided it´ll have to do and came back to tell him. He said he´d given it away already. “Ya, to us!” we replied. “No, no, it´s gone”. After much explaining, he gave us the room (18 bucks per person, the bastard). He then started going on about how he wanted to die and he´s too old and has had multiple heart attacks. “Ummmm, okay, well good night then!” We´re pretty sure we slept where his hired goons slept but, whatever. We got a bed and that was good enough for us! It was more funny then anything. We did however sleep on our own sheets. Keep the buggies at bay. Lesson learned: Don´t show up to an already touristy spot the week of spring break at 10 at night and expect to sleep anywhere. Word.
P.s Speaking of spooky things, I did end up seeing a ghost in the haunted house that night. It was disgusting.
