Jaco

Of course, one of the things to consider when travelling to Central America, is that the infrastructure is not always...well, structured.

Our day yesterday began with a big panic job for a client for me, and a morning of golf in the rain for Geoff. We had to meet up with our new friend (and we hope client ) Daphne, so we had a strict timeline, to work, pack and do all the householdy things that need to be done before you leave a place in the tropics for a few days - like take out the garbage, for example.

Half way through the morning, in the haze of my panic, I noticed Gran heading up the stairs with a pop bottle, and a coconut water bottle. Both filled with water. "???" I asked... "There's no water upstairs" says Gran. And I went back to work.

Shower time for me. The water was on and my work was done and all was well with the world. So I hop in, get all lathered up, but Shampoo in my hair, and the water stops. "Um." I said intelligently. It is really amazing how much water a pop bottle holds. I was only somewhat sticky with soap when I got dressed.

The plan included us picking up Geoff at the golf course on the way out of town. This plan was thwarted by our inability to find the keys to the condo, and therefore our inability to lock the door. I went off to get Geoff by myself - therefore delaying us by 40 minutes or more, only to find he didn't have the keys either. Turns out he had left them in the laundry room door.

Our very strict 1:00 leaving time became 2:30 by the time we finally got away, meaning we arrived in Jaco in the dark. And the pouring rain. The approach to Jaco being a two lane road from the mountains to the ocean.

Daphne's daughter met us in town, and led us to Ruth's house (the other complete stranger that is becoming a good friend). We have never met, but she has generously let us have her house for a couple of nights. Unfortunately her house comes with two cats, and Mum and I are now in a hotel.