Six years later, we're back

After a successful whale count yesterday, and less than successful nap, Wayne and I packed up our bags and headed out to the airport for the redeye to Los Angeles, where we waited for about 3 hours to catch a flight to Las Vegas.  The plane to LAX was one of the older ones, so far less comfortable, and we could tell that the flight attendants were the ones who had started with United vs Continental.  I have to tell you, the disposition, service and overall grace between the two is markedly noticeable, with Continental staff coming out far, far ahead.

There were incoming fronts, so the ride was extremely turbulent, and there was only about 3 1/2 hours worth of time where we might have been able to sleep, but weren’t.  So you had a couple of really tired puppies at the LAX airport, followed with being at the LAS airport.  But we got here!  And immediately, my hair went flat and straight!  Don’t know that that serves as a benefit....

For those who don’t know, the name Las Vegas comes from Spanish for "the meadows". The land was originally the home to the Navajo and other nomadic native Americans.  In 1829 a Mexican trader by the name of Antonio Armijo came across what he called a grassland meadow, hence the assignment of the name Las Vegas for that area. In 1855, the Mormons sent a small group of settlers to help the local natives plant crops and set up a safe way station between Los Angeles and Salt Lake City, but by 1857 the way station was abandoned.

In 1905 the city of Las Vegas was established, and in 1931 two things happened that would forever change Las Vegas and help to shape the city's future path: construction began on the Hoover Dam, bringing thousands of workers into the city; and casino gambling was legalized. For years the city struggled as a small town until Bugsy Siegel opened his Flamingo Hotel in 1946. 

Today, Las Vegas is home to more hotel rooms than any other resort city in the world, and that number just continues to grow. The greater Las Vegas area is made up of the cities of Las Vegas, Henderson, North Las Vegas, Boulder City and a substantial portion of land that is managed by Clark County. 

Besides gambling, one of the biggest draws to Las Vegas for tourists is the entertainment. From the beginning of the casino era, some of the top talents in show business have performed in Vegas. Stars like Barbra Striesand, the Rat Pack including Frank Sinatra, Dean Martin, and Sammy Davis, Jr., Tom Jones, The Rolling Stones, and Wayne Newton have all thrilled audience and casinos alike with sold out shows and record breaking concerts. Just today, we walked past where performers from my childhood (Donny & Marie Osmond) are on stage, and we went past Caesar’s, where Rod Stewart is on until mid/late February.  You can find almost any type of entertainment here!

We planned this trip before I began my Treating Chemical Dependency class, centered around two things:  birthday dinner certificate from the Palm, and MacWorld.  Well, as part of the class, I have had to give something up for 15 weeks.  Since wine with dinner has been gone since pre-LSAT, I had to pick something else.  So I picked red meat and potatoes of all kinds.  So, no pork, steak, veal (not so much a problem) or lamb for 105 days.  And no potatoes, chips, fries for the same 105.  I’m now 15 days in, and doing well health wise, but this trip is going to be a challenge.

Take, for instance, lunch today.  We went to the Hofbrauhaus, which is an exact duplicate of the one in Munich.  This is the menu:

 What on earth is a girl to eat?  Well, after searching, it came down to chicken bratwurst

Blessedly, the chicken brats were good, and we had a good meal.  Since the plantar fasciitis was really kicking in, we took a cab back (yes, I have p.f. thanks to all the running I did just before the LSAT), had a bit of a nap, and it was time to see Love, a Cirque du Soleil show which combines the re-produced and re-imagined music of the Beatles with an interpretive, circus-based artistic and athletic stage performance.                      

It is a joint venture between Cirque and The Beatles' Apple Corps Ltd. The project arose from discussions in 2000 between George Harrison and his friend Guy Laliberte, one of Cirque's founders.  The loose story of the production traces the Beatles’ biography in broad strokes from the Blitz, through the band's founding and climb into superstardom, their psychedelic and spiritual works and their break-up in 1970. The finale is a joyous celebration of the Beatles' "reunion" that the show itself represents. Love traces this path without relying on literal or historical representations of individual people, but rather by fictional characters plucked from their lyrics. Sgt. Pepper, a central figure, encounters many familiar faces, including Lucy in the Sky, Eleanor Rigby, Lady Madonna and Mr. Kite. In an exception to this stylistic choice, the “Here Comes the Sun” scene features a character resembling Krishna. Similarly, several scenes include mop-topped, dark-haired figures of varying ages in black suits (even one scene where they are on roller skates!).

The show was absolutely FABULOUS, and different than we had remembered.  All in all very enjoyable.

I did almost slip at dinner tonight - we ate in Caesar’s at Trevi, and Italian “outside” eatery after we discovered Carmine’s was not yet open (but take heart, it will open in Spring 2013).  A young many was eating a plate of linguini with two fabulous looking meatballs.  I was discussing my food options with Wayne, and said that I could always order that -- and about 2 seconds later, realized what I had said.  Luckily, Wayne has my back, at least for as long as he can find me.                               

We limped back in the not so bitter or windy any more cold to New York New York, and fell asleep near midnight with the screams of people on the roller coaster finally dying down around a quarter past midnight. 

Good first day of passing the meat test in Vegas!

At the airport

Oh, for my waterbed

If the beds in this country don’t kill me, a side trip to the Manuel Antonio National Park just might.  Don’t get me wrong, I used to love a really firm bed, rock hard, granite slab.  But then we got the waterbed, and my body happily adjusted to that.  Most nights sleeping away from Darien’s casa have been a little hard on the body.

We started out the morning getting ready to go to the Manuel Antonio National Park.  Manuel Antonio National Park, named by Forbes as one of the world’s 12 most beautiful parks, is a small national park in the Central Pacific Conservation Area on the Pacific coast of Costa Rica.  It was established in 1972, and is 4,014 acres, making it the smallest Costa Rican national park, it is the destination of as many as 150,000 visitors annually and well known for its beautiful beaches and hiking trails, and is the second most visited park behind Volcan Poas, which we visited early on in the trip.

Although Manuel Antonio National Park is the country’s smallest national park, the diversity of wildlife in its 3 square miles boasts 109 species of mammals and 184 species of birds. Both brown-throated three toed sloth and Hoffman’s two toed sloth (perezosos) are a major feature, as are three of Costa Rica's four monkey species — the mantled howler monkey, Central American squirrel monkey, and capuchin monkey. Black spiny-tailed iguana, green iguana, common basilisk, white nosed coati and many other snake and bat species also are here, along with 184 bird species that include toucans, woodpeckers, potoos, motmots, tanagers, turkey vulture, parakeets and hawks.                       

All that being said, going there this morning was like pulling teeth without Novocain. I had been upset with myself for not booking a hotel closer to the park; however, when we got there, I was not unhappy with my choice.  From the minute we arrived, there were hawkers trying to score $120 guided tours through the park, paying for parking, diverting you away from the lots closer to the park.  And it was bloody hot.

Wayne and I made our way through the den of iniquity to the desk where you buy your entry tickets with difficulty.  Not only because of the people harassing us, but also because my plantar faciitious was really flaring up.  I could feel every bump on the pavement.  And, when we neared the front of the line, Wayne realized that most of our cash was back in the car, so he went and retrieved it. 

By now it was 8:30, the sun was blazing, and I was on my third coat of sunscreen.

We were herded like cattle into the park, and then walked along a path that was in pretty bad condition.  The foliage was beautiful, and we saw some gorgeous creatures, but the overwhelming number of tourists, trail conditions and heat were making it truly unpleasant.  I hobbled out of the park holding onto Wayne around 1 1/2 hours later.  I did see some cool critters like howler monkeys, different kinds of lizards, and sloths, but somehow the day was lost.  I was happy that we went to Corcovado two days prior.

From here it was back to San Juan, with a stop for lunch at Nambi along the crocodile river. 

From here it was time to turn in the rental car, go to our hotel, and get ready for our last night in San Jose.  We ate dinner at RostiPollos, a chicken chain developed by a Nicaraguan couple.  The food was good, the service was so-so (they forgot to bring out Wayne’s dinner, I think they forgot to put in the order to be honest), and the sound of airplanes taking off and car alarms going off was priceless!  And the price of the meal was definitely a plus.

And now time for bed after blogging.  Ciao Costa Rica, we enjoyed our time here!

 

Interesting road crossing sign

Waiter, can we have a pair of patience pants, please?

Two things have really solidified on the trip -- without internet access, Wayne is a cranky bunny, and Darien will always swipe food from Aaron’s plate.I think the funniest line of the morning goes to Aaron.  It was a calm breakfast morning, Wayne and I arrived at 6 am to be overwhelmed by the groups going out on tours, and then hung around to have a very nice breakfast.  He headed back for vitamins and packing, and I stayed there, sipping coffee and listening to the ocean.  And scratching the bites on my leg...

I have been nearly bite free almost the entire time here until we got to Bahia Drake.  After each afternoon nap, I have discovered several bites despite not hearing any mosquitos at all.  Wayne also turned up with bumps on his legs.  Well, it wasn’t a mosquito.  Last night I found the culprit skittering behind the bed.  A little black spider that was a wee bit too fast for me to catch.

And I love the ocean, baby.  Followed closely by rain, of which we had plenty last night.

Anyway, Darien and Aaron arrived (guess who’s been calling them Daron and Arien??) for breakfast, shortly followed by Wayne.  It was funny to watch Darien’s fork continue to circle Aaron’s meal, only to finally be told that she needed a pair of patience pants.

Apple, tree!

We finished our meal, packed up and left by 8 am to head back out.  This was after having worn Wayne’s Christmas Jersey (van Persie’s Netherland jersey, to be precise), and having had somewhere between four and six people call out van Persie!  Good player!  With only seeing the color of the jersey and the number!

We were planning on dropping off Darien & Aaron in Palmar Norte, and then heading to Ojochal for lunch.  The drive was remarkably faster and unpunctuated on our return, and we dropped off Darien & Aaron with plenty of time for them to have lunch, catch a bus out and then eventually make it to San Vito by 4pm.  Good driving, must say.

Lunch at Citrus was as good as last year.  And there was some lovely artwork for sale, but way too bulky to bring back to Hawaii.

The rest of the drive to Quepal and then Manuel Antonio was uneventful, and we wound up slightly down the street from the hotel in which we stayed last year.  When we got to the Pacific Souss, it was miserably hot, there was no wi-fi in the room, and our 3G service was reduced to the pits.  The humidity and head were enough to make you weep, and even the view couldn’t really bring you to a state of bliss.  I think we missed our hotel from last year.  Oh well.  Adding insult to injury, we arrived in Manuel Antonio too late to go to the national park, and I hadn’t thought to book us closer to the park in order to be able to walk through.  Sigh.

A beer and a nap can make things better, though, and we woke up refreshed and headed up to dinner.  A quick perusal of some guides showed us that the park opens at 7 am daily, and that we would have plenty of time to walk through tomorrow.  So, dinner was served, and the email arrived...LSAT score.  While I’m not in the top 1o%, I am high enough up to be competitive at many schools, UH in particular, so I am happy, and starting to think that law school may indeed be in my future.  We shall see.

To bed we go at 10 pm, and we will look forward to tomorrow in Manuel Antonio National Park.

 

Happy New Year!

The primary attraction of Bahia Drake is the 108,000 acre Corcovado National Park.  We went today, guided by Manuel, who has been guiding here for the past 18 years, and living here for the past 30.  We left a little after 6:30 n the morning (we had an early breakfast), and rode for about a half an hour to the San Pedrillo Ranger Station. Manuel was a completely awesome tour guide, saw many things based on how he listened to the jungle canopy.  If I had to hike the Costa Rican jungles for some reason, I would want him on my side, guiding me.

We did a 3 hour hike in the morning, winding up at a stream after hiking under the canopy in an exceptionally diverse area.  We saw ring tailed kingfisher, puracao, golden orb spider (their webs are used to make kevlar), an anole lizard, capuchin, spider monkeys, and macaws (a pair of whom were romantically inclined) during the hike.  We then returned for lunch and then hiked out to a waterfall, followed by a dip in the swimming pool.  You have to hike about 10 hours to get to the next ranger station, and it takes several days to cross the peninsula.

There are approximately 500 species of trees in the park such as: the giant mahogany reaching over 80 feet high, strangler fig trees, and the unusual garlie tree. There are also over 360 types of birds, and the park protects the largest population of scarlet macaws in the country.

After our hiking, we came back to the resort, and hit the salt water swimming pool.  The bar opened with appetizers at about 4:30 (and with beer at 3:30), so we showered, relaxed, snacked, and I wrote in the blog.  I also had an unusually difficult (connectivity wise) skype call home, which made me realize that the wifi probably leaves a lot to be desired...thank goodness for 3G! 

Enjoy what your New Year brings you starting today!

 

Vuelta a Costa Rica

Happy New Year’s Eve!

So when we went up to the Poas Volcano, I mentioned that there must have been some sort of bicycle race, and it turns out it was leg 7 in a 12 stage bicycle race that took part over all of Costa Rica.

The Vuelta a Costa Rica (Tour of Costa Rica) took place from Monday 17 December 2012 til Saturday 29 December 2012.  The race is held annually in Costa Rica, carries a UCI rating of 2.2, and is part of the UCI America Tour.  In case you were wondering, the Union Cycliste Internationale (UCI) classifies its races according to a code made  up of two or three parts which indicate both the type or style of race (the first part), and its importance or difficulty (the second and third parts). The first part can be an integer or an abbreviation, and the second part, when present, is usually integers. Both parts are separated by a period or decimal point (.).  'HC' (beyond categorization) is the highest ranking category, followed by '1' and then '2'. So, the Vuelta a Costa Rica, when its ranking is broken down, is a stage race over multiple days (the first “2” in the rating) of a scale similar to the Tour de Normandie (the second “2” in the rating).  It is raced by UCI professional continental teams of the country, UCI continental teams, national teams, regional teams, and club teams.  The race broke down into the following stages:

1 - Dec 17, San Jose - Limon, 155.9 km

2 - Dec 18, Limon - Pococi de Guapiles, 178.75 km

3 - Dec 19, Ticaban - Pococi ITT, 28.8 km

4 - Dec 20, Pococi - Paraiso de Cartago, 138.85 km

5 - Dec 21, San Jose - Canas, 138.85 km

6 - Dec 22, Canas - Grecia, 140.15 km

7 - Dec 23, Volcan Poas ICTT, 18 km

8 - Dec 25, Circuito Presidente CRIT, 188.4 km

9 - Dec 25, Jaco - Prees Zeledon, 143.09 km

10 - Dec 27, Circuito Osa CRIT, 121.4 km

11 - Dec 28, San Ramon Sur - Pejibaye de Pez, 90.21 km

12 - Dec 29, Peres Zeledon - San Jose, 134.8 km

This year’s winner was Oscar Eduardo Sanchez Guarin of Cuba, and the total distance cycled was 1431.21 km, about 890 miles.  Not quite Tour de France, but this darn country is hilly!

Enough of the side notes, time for breakfast soon!