A brief stop in San Jose and then we were on our way to Cuba....the land of Castro, Communism and casa familiars. Everything was slightly different from the moment we took off....the plane was well old and all the safety equipment was in Russian from the 1950s when they were a superpower daddy to Cuba! Caught a taxi to our chosen hotel but it was too expensive, so the next thing we know phonecalls are being made and we are being collected by a very friendly g...

Another mammoth journey from the top of the peninsula to the very far south and after three buses, a ferry and a minivan we pulled into Montezuma - our much anticipated antidote to Playa Coco. Checked into the jungle cabinas of Lena Lluna for the night high up in the hillside overlooking the village and fell straight to sleep to the startling screams of the howler monkeys outside! We ended up moving in the morning after being woken super early by builders making ...

Crossed La Frontera with a lot less stress this time being the middle of the week and began our days travelling to the Nicoya Peninsula. Reached Playa Coco in the late afternoon after three bus changes from one big bus to a smaller bus, to an even smaller bus and a donation of 100 colones (10p) from a friendly Tico to complete the final legs of our mammouth journey after we ran out of local currency! Sadly Playa Coco was a bit of a let down for us. Really Americ...

Back down south to the little ferry port of San Jorge to catch the hour and a half boat to the volcanic isle. It's a really cool looking place with a perfectly formed volcanic cone at either end and a little spit of land in between. One of them is still way active too, and actually erupted last month! Ooh double danger. Shared a taxi with two more Faroe characters (turns out we randomly met one of their mates in SJDS)....the new country, owned by Denmark, we jus...

Much more straightforward journey to Granada in another crammed to the rafters old school bus. We weren't sure what to expect when we first arrived at the bus station and trotted through a very real working market, but discovered a beautiful traditional city on the other side. Checked into a wicker-tastic hostel in a courtyard building...all teak wood, lush garden and even a pool! Spent a lovely couple of sunny days pottering around the Old Town, climbing chur...