How I so, miss Thailand
As I'd taken the bus ride to Manuel Antonio from Montezuma - I started too suddenly reminisce about the overlooked calm and serenity that I'd just experienced in Montezuma. Which is my favorite CR city; for the umpteen time stating so, Lmao........ #Montezuma - must visit Nicoya Peninsula region of CR!
Manuel Antonio had a welcoming theme after all. The hostel was a tree house style fixture. Nestled in this heavily dense jungle/ rainforests terrain. I laid in the hammock for a lot of the time - drinking chilled Pilsen Beer.
So, Quepos I stayed, although Manuel was about 4 km away, which has a great National Park as their main attraction - which draws scores of tourists alike to take the tour. I didn't since I had already done a few in other CR towns. Although, I was invited by a Spanish lady. She was nice, I actually met here in Montezuma Pura Vida hostel a few days earlier. She, herself, has been on some long travels she told me. Like India, where she says "one has to be mentally prepared before venturing there". She told me some unforgiving stories of it. (More to follow)........
So, I hiked from Quepos to Manuel Antonio beach - which was quite steep, gosh! The beach had a giant rock, right on the shoreline; that I sat on for about two hours. Just staring a the massive waves that caught my eyes. The sound of ocean waves washing ashore is a wonderful sound. It kind of brought me back to my California college days. Where I'll visit the beach, at least 4 days a week. For relaxation, peace of mind. Meditation, the likes... I miss Cali #SanDiego