The weather is definetly following me, and it is doing a good job of keeping my enthusiasm in check, as I just realised that I have in fact been rained on in every country in South ans Central America and althought the rain wasnot as heavy as it was in Panama City or David City, it is still enough to drench all the socks and shoes that I have and ruin most of the photo opportunities that I see on my day to day travels.
M' and I decided to go for a walk, check out the other hostels in the neighbourhood and then go grab a breakfast in the city centre, before check out in our original hostel, that way we can see if there is a better choice for us or if staying here is the only option.
Despite the rain we managed to get to the other place without incident and found it to look nicer than the one we was in, however they were fully booked as of the morning, though as an afterthought the receptionist did say that if we called back after 11am then she would know for sure what the situation was, however after 11 would then be too late to check out of the other place without already having to pay for another night in the first one, so we went for the safe bet and just decided to stay where we were.
The next stop we had was breakfast, where I had a nice omelette and rice for about 2,500 colones before we headed off towards a bank to use an ATM and get some local currency for the rest of our stay in Costa Rica.
M's card wouldn't work in the first bank we tried and then as she was going to go hotel hunting for when her boyfriend arrives next week, we decided to split up and meet back in the hostel in a few hours. I made my way to the hostel, via a internet cafe in order to contact with K' to let her know that we were staying in the same hostel and could perhaps meet up later today, before I went back, picked up my camera and then started my way through the city centre again in order to take some photos, as I had forgot to bring my camera that morning.
Making my way back through the city I marvelled at the old colonial buildings side by side with modern sky scrapers and shanti style hovels that should be pulled down as soon a safe place for the existing residents can be found. I tried to ignore the rain and the gloom and did my best to take some photos and feel that I was still investigating and learning, but with the amount of days rain that I have suffered just recently my heart was not really in it.
After less than a couple of hours of the centre of town I had done a few circuits of the central avenue, taken a hundred or so photos, found out that they didn't have anywhere that I could get a wifi adapter and then started to make my way back to the hostel via a slightly different route to see more of the city.
On the way back I passed the National Museum, which looked like a huge yellow castle from the outside, but was showing signs of having its exterior renovated and the steps and parking bays were more mud and rubble than smooth lines and edges.
Back in the hostel I didn't manage to spot K', so I juste watched a couple of movies, and then went to pack my bags for the early morning ahead of me, hopefully taking me to drier skies.
Around 6pm M' returned to the hostel and together we went to try and grab a bite to eat in the near neighbourhood, however it was getting dark as M' was getting a little nervous about travelling out late at night in the dark I decided to change tack and instead we went back to the hostel to their in-house restaurant where I had a thai green curry soup, that was very nice but nothing like a thai green curry!
After getting something to eat I decided to hang around for yet another movie while M' went off to read her book. No land for old men, or whatever its name is, was a bizarre film from start to finish with a very unnerving bad guy and an ending that neither satisfied nor made perfect sense, so in the end I just laughed and walked away shaking my head slowly.
As I headed on back to my dorm I spotted K' so I grabbed a coke and sat chatting to her for an hour, along with her dorm buddies, who turned out to be a politically motivated American who was trying to get his Italian passport by tracing his roots to his Italian Grandfather and move over to Italy to be a Chef. The conversation was nice, but it was not very long before I had to make my polite goodnights and go back to my room.
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