12 Jan Taking Sparting Risks
On a trip to Costa Rica in February 2010 we found ourselves in a bad situation. We had a several hundred Kilometer drive ahead of us, and a nasty case of TD. For those of you who are not sure what TD is, first word is travelers and the second word rhymes with Maria. It was toward the end of our trip, and our friends were flying back while we were going to spend a few more days on the Caribbean side of the country. On top of the already long drive we decided we would take a different way back. It was their last day and we all want to see as much of the country as possible.
OK, lets rewind a few days. We had spent 3 nights in Jaco before heading down to Manual Antonio. We would take the Jaco part of the trip back in a heartbeat if we could. That time would have been much better spent in an area like Dominical. But if we would have done that you would not be reading this story. Jaco is kind of dirty, the only positive is the decent surfing. Just be careful where you swim because there are rivers and streams that flow into the ocean from town. I don’t know what goes into the rivers but I couldn’t stomach standing within 30 feet of them. On the other hand it didn’t seem to bother locals as they were bathing in it. At the end of the day, don’t drink the smoothies. On the way out of town we had smoothies that were likely made with tap water ice, best we can guess.
“Better steal the TP, it’s going to be a long one…”
(Back to the drive) We break out the handy map and navigate a route from Dominical back to San Jose taking Hwy 2 instead of the coast. We say our goodbyes to Dominical, a cool little surf town 30 minutes south of Manual Antonio, we all would have liked more time there. Once we get on to Hwy 2 we start to climb in elevation almost right away, and it shows no sign of leveling out. We take another look and confirm the squiggly-ness of the road on the map. We conclude that we are in fact going to be driving through the mountains for most of the way back to San Jose. Hwy 2 ended up being a really pretty drive, we drove in and out of the clouds a few times, with a ton of good scenery.
With mountain roads come switch backs and lots of ups/downs. Those type of motions do not always seem to react well with people that have spend the last few days within eye sight of a toilet. So needless to say we are starting to have problems shortly into our mountain voyage. Every few miles we seem to pass a school for the local village, but that’s about it. The villages were not on the road, just the small one room style school. So there were limited options with potential bathrooms, the only real option is roadside. Keep in mind that these roads are carved into the side of the mountain so they are not exactly wide. A car on either side pretty much maxes it out these mountain passes.
We had just passed Siberia, Costa Rica when Hannah just couldn’t take it anymore and we had to stop. We found a tiny stopping place on the side of the road, and our group assumed positions strategically to block the view of on lookers. Unfortunately stage fright gets the best of her and we return to the car after an unsuccessful pit stop. Back on the road Hannah was still holding on for dear life. We went another few miles and we were back outside for attempt #2. Hannah reports another failed attempt as we re-enter our very tightly packed 4 person SUV.
Hannah still felling the effects is now getting reluctant to stop again. She tells us that she was only able to relive some air pressure on our outside stops. She now makes us aware of a new plan. She tells us “Guys, I am taking a risk here, a Sparting risk.” In response to that we all breakout laughing about her mis-quote of the “Along Came Polly” Sharting quote… Then we promptly roll down our windows.