Yesterday, I had to go to Jacó to take care of some business, and since I didn’t want to pour buckets of sweat, I rode the bus. Just before 9am, I walked to the closest bus stop, near Super La Amistad, about a kilometer away. Nobody at the stop. I likely just missed the last bus. I sat down. A horse was tied to a tree behind me.

Caballo #854

Caballo #854

More and more people showed up at the bus stop, some coming from the little small section of housing across the street that seems to be its own little village.

"Por el bien de la comunidad"

“Por el bien de la comunidad”

After 20 minutes, the bus came, we boarded, we left. The horse stayed.

I took care of business in Jacó, got a delicious pastry from this amazing panaderia, then went to the closest bus stop to catch the next ride home. Along the way, Fruity Monkey Poop. I was tempted to investigate more closely, especially since there were nuts involved. I decided to look into it another day.

Fruity Monkey Poop

Fruity Monkey Poop

At the bus stop, things were normal. The street had the usual amount of traffic for a Tuesday, it seemed.

Pastor Diaz Avenida

Pastor Diaz Avenida

Taxi #942

Taxi #942

Taxi #944

Taxi #944

Truck #950

Truck #950

Man and a bicycle #954

Man and a bicycle #954

As I stood in the shade of a palm tree in front of a restaurant, I noticed some tile on the ground.

Agua #873

Agua #873

And some pretty flowers in the bushes lining Pastor Diaz Avenida.

Flores #904

Flores #904

Ho hum… waiting at the bus stop.

Busstop #914

Busstop #914

Walking #959

Walking #959

Man with bag #918

Man with bag #918

Busstop #919

Busstop #919

Gringos #928

Gringos #928

This guy (in front of the bus) has an interesting little business. He boards a bus (non-local) going one way and then sells chips, snacks, and drinks to the passengers until he gets a town or two down. Then he exits the bus and catches another one coming back, selling his wares to a new set of customers. I’ve seen him as far away as Orotina, I believe, which is about 35 kilometers.

Entrepreneur.

Entrepreneur.

Eventually, my bus came. This was not it, though.

Busstop #964

Busstop #964

Something I find interesting about the local busses is that none of them have automatic coin machines. Instead, every driver has their own little tray or satchels of organized coins to collect and hand out change as needed to boarding passengers. It sounds wildly inefficient, but it’s not like anyone’s in a rush. We are, after all, taking the bus.

Also, everyone says “Gracias” to the driver when they exit the bus at the front. It’s very pleasant to hear and see this.

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Comments ( 3 )

  • RickApr 18, 2013

    Nice capture of everyday life. Curious, is everything or anything air conditioned down there? And how hot is it?

    • ScottApr 21, 2013

      For some reason, I didn’t get notified about your comment, Rick and just saw it. Sorry about that. You know, I really hadn’t thought about the air-conditioning issue. Most everywhere that I eat (if I eat out), I sit outdoors or in an open-air area. Shops in Jaco are generally open-air as well.

      I know that more professional places have air-conditioning (like the print shop I go to). And the larger groceries stores. But most everywhere, it seems, run fans.

      It gets really hot sometimes. At home, it’s been mostly bearable. I didn’t have AC in the house where I’m staying until last week when they came to install a unit. Even still, I run the AC very little. Except for that first night when I ran that glorious cold air all night! 🙂

  • Mr. Monkey PoopMay 21, 2013

    Love your shot of the horse and thanks for taking one of my sign!

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