Puerto Viejo came to us after a few days of resting in Turrialba after climbing Chirripo. PJ or Old Town, as the locals call it, is that ultimate rasta surf caribe town in Costa Rica. Complete with a local bum named, ¨The Ganja Master¨ and enough US expats to fill a small town, Puerto Viejo was an interesting stop for us along the way.
We took a few busses from Turrialba to Siquerres, Siquerres to Limon, Limon to PJ to get there. The bus out of Limon was oversold by at least 10 seats so we had the pleasure of standing in the back, 40 km down a gravel road. The ocean views along the way tempted us, but by the time we reached PJ, it was dark.
The thing to do in PJ is rent bikes and ride around to the beaches. Manzanillo is about 10km down the road, so we did just that. The greatest thing about the bikes they rent is that they are all old cruiser style bikes.. the kind your mom rode when she was in college. Pretty rad. We hooked up with some other americans on the ride over, so they went on the bike crusade with us. We stopped at some beaches along the way and went for prolonged swims, surfs, and body surfing (i.e. getting pounded into the sand, ride after ride). The beaches were picturesque... the kind that you might get on a free windows screensaver. They had perfect rows of palms, clear waters, and were pretty empty. The beaches were amazing.
After two days there, we decided it was time for the next great adventure... Panama!
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