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Hostel Culture Shock…
Quickly here I wanted to share a few culture shocks I experienced (aside from the prices, lol!!). Really the only time I had ever before done the whole backpacking hostel thing was when I traveled through Costa Rica, Panama and Colombia. So really my only basis of comparison was with hostels there…
What I had gotten used to from hostels in Latin America was places where basically younger people (early 20’s to 40’s) would go to sleep cheap. It was a place for singles or couples of friends, but not large groups per se. Everyone was also very inviting and curious of the newcomer. You would tend to meet several people and hang out with them from the hostel. It was like meeting a new member of a family at each place. You always had someone to do something with if you wanted and everyone seemed very chill as we were all in the same traveling boat so to speak. You exchanged information and traveling tips with fellow hostel goers. It felt like an underground society in a way… Places where the backpackers would convene nightly to exchange stories and dos and don’ts…
Hostels in London have a completely different feel!!! First the age range literally included children all the way to senior citizens. Entire families stayed at the hostel! And groups of people booked into the hostel. I’m talking for Stag parties (aka bachelor parties) or gangs of girls wanting to party it up in London. I was shocked at the dress that people were coming out of the hostel with! No more sensible travel clothes anywhere to be seen on people, except for a few random ones, but rather short skirts and tall heels!! These girls are traveling??? No, hostels in London were definitely not for the traveler. They were simply (at least I believe) the only cheap way to go since I don’t think many people can actually afford hotels in London!! Or if they were travelers, they weren’t long term, they were just away for the week or weekend on a holiday. Because of this there was no real camaraderie among the people. Everyone was out for their own business and no one would really acknowledge others since they had basically all come in their own group anyway. Personally I didn’t really care if I met people to talk to or not because I’m perfectly comfortable doing what I want on my own anyway, but it just gave such a “cold” feel to the place. So uninviting.
So, needless to say this aspect was quite a shock to me. I was very curious at this point how hostels all across Europe would be in general… If they would be what I was used to from my previous travels, or if they would be like the London hostel…
Keep Calm and Carry On
I’m no stranger to making fun of myself at any point… and well the title to this particular post is aimed to do just that… it’s actually specifically aimed at showing how uneducated and retarded I can be… I once saw one of my bosses (originally from England) wearing a shirt saying “Keep Calm and Carry On”… and I made the very uneducated comment of, “Oh, is that a spin-off from The Chive slogan of “keep calm and chive on”???
Yea…. enough said… I can be THAT blonde quite often in life really… and it’s usually ALWAYS when I’m trying to be impressive somehow… Goes to show you should ALWAYS be humble, otherwise stupidity (at least in my case) will always creep out!!!
Moving on, I flew over the pond on British Airways on a fairly cheap one-way ticket I found on my favorite flight site of skyscanner.com:) Let me tell you, British Airways has it going on!! The flight was comfortable, the food was actually tasty, and beside a little bit of a hiccup during my movie where it turned off and wouldn’t restart until hours later (which really forced me to get some much needed sleep) it was quite the pleasant flight!
After landing I did what I always do… Sat down and started searching for a place to stay for the night… You would think I would change my ways and plan SOMETHING ahead of time, but hey, that’s kinda part of the adventure of it all, isn’t it?? The only bummer here is that Heathrow airport only gives like 45 minutes of free WiFi to use!! After that you have to pay for it!! Seriously??? What if I had a layover there longer than 45 minutes?? Then I would have to PAY for WiFi??? Seemed like a total scam to me, but it was what it was…
Anyway after a bit of researching I did find a hostel that would potentially work. What I really wasn’t expecting was how absolutely expensive everything was!! Part of the reason it took me so long to find a hostel was because I was price shopping!! I knew and had heard that in general Europe is expensive, but seriously London is out of control!! But I’m getting ahead of myself…
So after getting a place in mind to possibly stay, I headed for the ticket booth, got a map and ticket for the Underground tunnel train and headed off. About 20-30 minutes later I was off the Underground and pounding the pavement of the streets with my feet. I walked for about 15 minutes until I found the hostel that I thought to stay at. Why did it take so long? Well, the map I was given of the streets really wasn’t quite as accurate as it could have been. So there were several times I wasn’t sure if I was going the right way as some streets were on the map, then the next several were not, then one would pop back up on the map… strange…
Anyway, I stopped into the YHA (Youth Hostels Association- they have a chain of hostels throughout Europe… Red flag #1 in my book as I think hostels should be more private than corporate) which had prices advertised at 26 pounds per night…. Upon arriving however, it was 32 pounds per night… No thanks!! That didn’t even include breakfast!! So I asked about another hostel nearby and was shuttled in the direction of Generator Hostel London.
After another 20 minutes of wandering around somewhat aimlessly while attempting to follow the map but still needing to stop for directions I found the Generator hostel!! Now, to my miracle, the days I spent in London were actually clear skies and warm!! You all know by now how much I LOVE warm weather!! However… when having to walk in it with a 40lb bag on back, it gets annoying quickly! And I tend to sweat quite a bit. So needless to say after the first mini-hike to the first hostel, then the second mini-hike to the Generator, I was looking forward to putting my stuff down and showering! Luckily they did have room and though I was planning originally to stay 3 nights, I only went for 2 since the first 2 nights were 26 pounds each and the third was 40 pounds!! At the time the rate exchange was $1.71 to 1 pound so 26 pounds was basically well over $40 to stay for each night… Oh and that amount was for ‘no breakfast included’ AND I was sharing the room with 11 other people and the bathroom with the entire floor (which was in the basement and probably had over 100 people at least per floor).
I was definitely missing the hostel prices I was used to in Central and South America!! This was seriously a completely different ballgame financially! In any event I paid for my room, headed down to my basement room, changed clothes, made a few calls and sent some emails then headed out for a beer!
Back in the States
I flew back into the States from Bogota, Colombia after almost a full year of traveling between Costa Rica, Panama and Colombia. I had spent most of my time in Costa Rica in the sleepy small Caribbean town of Puerto Viejo on the Southern Caribbean coast. Coming back to the States was a bit of a shell shocker from a few perspectives. First the amount of technology blaring in your face in the form of TVs was one thing I definitely noticed that took some getting used to again. The second thing was the blinders were put back on. You know, those blinders we tend to put on walking down the street, not saying hi to a soul unless you know them. Not being present to the outside world while moving through it yet just keeping to your own world. Those blinders… When first going to Costa Rica it literally shocked me that people would say good morning to me and acknowledge me as I walked down the streets. Then I got used to doing the same to others as I went from place to place. Then back in the States at first I kept my newly adopted persona of acknowledging people but was met with strange looks and no responses or people literally making a wider gap around me as they walked past. So eventually the blinders went back on… Oh well…
Coming back to the States was a choice I made primarily because the bank account was starting to get a little low and because where I had been traveling in Colombia was getting too cold for my taste and the travel enthusiasm was just dwindling. I went back to Houston to help house-sit my sisters place (and her two adorable dogs) as she was away quite often. I got a job there as a bartender and server (a trade I picked up for the first time ever in Costa Rica) and stayed about 6 months or so. Once my sister was back from her work obligations and I was no longer needed as a dog/house sitter, I moved to Key West, Florida.
I lived and worked in Key West for 10 months, saving all my pennies as much as possible (though of course I did have a little bit of a life too!) and then packed it all up and headed out traveling again. This time the destination was Europe. My time in Key West I’ll never forget. And who knows, one day I may still return. Though it isn’t the kind of place I could see myself living at permanently (there are no beaches on the island itself and it’s a little too much of a party town for my taste… If you don’t like to drink to oblivion on an almost daily basis there’s not much of a life to be had there really) I had so many amazing opportunities and met many people I consider life-long friends. It took a while to find some of these people, but I’m blessed that I did.
Key West really is a drinking town with a fishing problem. It’s no wonder people get way too carried away there. Tourists come for the party and as a person in the service industry we were there to provide it. Mind you, we only dealt in the LEGAL party! Though many tourists did come to Key West literally thinking they could do anything (it’s amazing, I seriously think people thought Key West was no longer part of the States and they could do whatever they wanted!!) and we were sometimes asked for drugs at my work from tourists, but they were always turned away. Yes, Key West also has lots of drugs. Go figure. Until having lived in Costa Rica I never really realized how prevalent drugs really are. Then from there on they literally seemed to be everywhere. Sometimes I miss my rose colored glasses, but just like everything else in life, you can choose to be involved or you can choose not to be involved. Everyone has a choice.
You know, as I type this up I can’t help but think that even though I really couldn’t wait to get out of Key West at the time (since there were a number of things I didn’t really like about it) it somehow grew on me and now I can say I have a little strange spot in my heart for the place. Perhaps its also because I really enjoyed my job. I know that’s an odd thing to say, but I really enjoyed bartending and serving; creating a positive vacation experience for tourists and such. Anyway… that’s enough nostalgia for now!
So after leaving Key West, surprising my mom in Houston for her birthday, taking a trip out West to see family and friends in Arizona and New Mexico, then a trip to Mexico (Puerto Penasco aka Rocky Point) with my mom and finally seeing my Tennessee family back in Houston, it was time to hit the road again. July 30th, 2014 I landed in Heathrow airport in London…
Travel from Capurgana to Medellin
Ugh!!! This was probably the most irritating portion of my trip overall. Hence why I’m even mentioning it… So others can avoid what I had to endure!!
So I chose the boat way out of Capurgana mainly because… well, I will admit it, I’m cheap! When it comes to traveling, every “dollar” counts so between spending about $180 for a plane to Medellin or around maybe $50 for the boat and bus to Medellin, well, the boat and bus won out. However, looking back perhaps I should have simply taken the dang plane!!
So it all began in the morning. My bag was packed and I had to purchase a ticket for the boat out. I opted for the first boat out so I could have the day traveling (thank goodness I chose this!!!) Tickets could not be purchased much in advance, so I recall just being able to do so the morning of. I got on the boat (after having my bag weighed in case it was too heavy to ride, or an extra charge would be added) with dozens of other people. I was in the very front of the motor boat and had to endure several splashes of water hitting my face for the hour it took to get to Turbo.
Honestly the ride wasn’t THAT bad… just interesting… We arrived in Turbo, and let me tell you it’s absolutely NOT the kind of place that anyone would want to spend any sort of real time… It literally is just a pass on through town; a place where people are shipped in and out of… that’s it! The water was dirty and oil slicked, the town was dumpy and very busy. Just not at all like the lovely village I had just come from.
Anyway, I hoped off the motor boat and had to catch a bus to Medellin. However, no buses actually came into the dock area of Turbo. So I then had to hop on the back of a dirt bike/motorcycle (with my 72 liter backpack and all), hold on for dear life and get zoomed in and out of various streets until we were literally heading out of town and then dropped off on the side of the road to an unmarked area where the bus would eventually show… I would seriously have been panicking a bit more than I was (at least in my head… I was trying to stay cool on the exterior) had it not been for a couple of other random people also standing on the side of the road waiting for the bus.
Now, perhaps it’s a good time to mention that from the start of arriving in Turbo I had what I guess you could call a travel coordinator. This was a guy who simply asked people who arrived on the boat where they wanted to go and arranged for them to be taken there in a very loose way. This is how I knew to get on the motorcycle and be transferred to the bus… Now when the bus actually arrived (YAY, I wasn’t being mis-lead!!) the “travel coordinator” also showed up. I got on the bus and he followed me on saying that I needed to pay for the bus ticket… or so I thought… I understood that what I was paying was for the bus ticket, however it wasn’t. It was apparently for his “services” in organizing everything. So I paid him thinking it was the bus ticket, and to boot paid him too much because my brain was frazzled from the activity and couldn’t do math correctly at the time, and thought that was the end of it. He of course got off the bus before we parted…
So then there I was on the bus to Medellin, when about a half hour later we pulled into a bus terminal… The bus driver at this point announced that those who were just joining the bus had to buy their tickets now.
Hold on a sec… buy my tickets NOW???? I’ve been on the bus for half an hour… and I’ve already paid that other guy (though stupidly I didn’t think that it was odd at the time that I wasn’t given a bus ticket in return for the money since I thought that guy worked for the bus company… stupid!!). So…. Yea, I tried to explain to the driver that I had already bought a ticket, but with no proof I was sorta SOL… So I sucked it up and just bought another, or rather an ACTUAL bus ticket from inside the terminal for Medellin.
So, for those going to Columbia: if you get on a bus from a bus stop and NOT from the terminal, either make sure you already have your proper ticket, or be prepared to buy your ticket once at the terminal, and NOT from random people!
Aside from this annoying hiccup, the trip to Medellin was, again I’m not going to lie, very LONG and EXHAUSTING!!! It was at least another 10 hours of driving to Medellin (after the boat and motorcycle, etc) and though Columbia has very lovely country sides, their roads are absolutely exhausting!!! They aren’t very well kept so the driver kept speeding when the roads were good, then slamming on the brakes to go over the pot-hole infested areas, then revving the engine again to speed. The constant stop and go motion really wore on my body!
We finally arrived in Medellin around 9 or 10 at night and the sketchy adventures continued from there…
Oh, one little thing I forgot to mention… On the oh-so-fun road trip to Medellin, one thing I did find quite “interesting” was that every now and again on the top of a random hill that sloped from the road you would see stationed there a member of the Columbian military laying flat on the ground watching the road through a scope attached to whatever kind of gun that is that has scopes and can fire from long distances… Interesting and a teeny bit unsettling indeed… But it was only on this stretch of the travels that I noticed them. Perhaps because that area was well known for people trying to smuggle themselves or items through the jungle of Columbia into Panama (remember there are no roads connecting the countries so it literally would be just through pure jungle). But honestly I don’t know for sure, but rather can only speculate…
A little background
First a little background and answers to questions I’ve received along the way…
In May of 2011 I quit my very stable and good job and sold everything so I could start traveling the world. I am a college educated, single female and am traveling alone.
What prompted me to do this you ask?? Well, simple: in May of 2006 I decided that 5 years from that date, no matter how well I was doing or what I was doing or where I was doing it, I would quit my job, sell all my things and travel the world. Call it a quarter life crisis or simply that I’ve always wanted to travel, so “no time like the present”… Either way, that was the starting point:)
Why travel out of the country?? What about traveling in the States?? I have been very fortunate in my life to have traveled 40 of the 50 states already. There are of course a few I would still like to see (Montana) but for the most part, I feel like I have “done” a lot of the U.S. already and would like to expand my experiences to other cultures and countries.
Why did you choose 5 years? No idea- it just seemed like a good amount of time to get and feel stable in one place for a bit before heading off.
So, you are going to travel the world! You must be fluent or at least conversational in a language other than English, right? Ummm, no… I am half Italian and am conversational in Italian. Since my travels to Central America I am now conversational in Spanish as well. As for the rest of the languages in the world, I know a word here and there, but luckily there are always English speakers to be found in whatever city/town/country I’ve been to. But for those occasions where even English speakers weren’t found, thank goodness for charades and sign language!! LOL!! 🙂
Now wait a tick- you said earlier that you are a female and are traveling alone… Doesn’t that scare you? It’s interesting really because before leaving many friends and family in some ways have expressed a lot of concern over this. My response is best explained by a quote from the famous surfer Laird Hamilton: “I can’t not do something out of the fear of what could happen”. I just love that quote! Of course I am still careful and am being a smart traveler ensuring that I never put myself in dangerous situations, but other than that, I can’t fear going out on my own and experiencing and traveling because of what may or may not happen. If I fail, I fail- but at least I tried. I have never once felt in any real danger. All of life is a journey and thus far I’ve got to say it’s been quite a delightful one. I can only hope it continues safely and delightfully! And for the record, I’ve never once been alone on this journey unless I’ve actively chosen to be. Whether I’m hanging out with fellow travelers and new friends or simply thinking of my family and of all my friends in the states, I’ve never been alone.
How can you afford all these travels?? All of the money I’ve spent on travels is money I’ve personally earned. Basically I save my pennies when back in the States, then quit and travel again when the wind blows just right. The first time was the trickiest as I was working for the Government and had an apartment full of stuff. My Government job knew the day would come that I would quit to travel, so it wasn’t that big a shock. And selling basically all but 4 boxes of my possessions was a little tough, but also a nice purge! Since the Government job I’ve worked as a bartender and/or server. Easy jobs to pick up and quit on a whim, though I am always honest with any employer that when the wind blows, it’s time to go. I just don’t think it’s right to mislead people into thinking I would be a lifer there… Anyway, so that’s what I do! When I run out of money, or get too close to my “emergency” money I go somewhere, get a job, save money, then travel again!
What is it you are expecting as an outcome of these travels? What are you hoping to accomplish? I can honestly say I don’t yet know. But I feel like I am where I need to be for now and I hope that inspiration for what I’m supposed to do will come along as I continue to travel and grow.
Well that’s the basics and background folks! Now… lets get on with the journey!
Costa Rica vs. Panama
I thought now a good time to make my initial comparisons between Costa Rica and Panama. I have split them up into categories with my opinions on each:
Overall Impressions:
To me, Panama has lost its wilderness and has the feeling of being back in the States. It doesn’t feel like another country, just another State of the US. Were it not for the indigenous people wandering around with their traditional clothing, I seriously would think I was in the US again.
Now, this is not to say that there aren’t areas of Panama that are wild or untouched and not built up and all, but just the infrastructure in general of Panama is so American that I couldn’t help but feel this way. Roads are nicely paved, the buses are air-conditioned, their currency the Balboa is the same. Let me explain: I have yet to see any Balboa bills. All the bills are US dollars. The coins are stamped differently from our coins to say they are Balboa, but they have pennies, nickles, dimes, quarters and dollar coins that are the same size, shape, and same characteristics as our US coins. If once wasn’t looking specifically at what was stamped on each side, they would mistake them completely for US coins.
Panama has stores, grocery stores the size of Wal-Marts back in the States. Proper grocery stores that I had yet to see in Costa Rica. The largest grocery store in Costa Rica was the size of a fast food place in the States. Of course, you can find a Wal-Mart in San Jose (or rather Alajuela) as well as American fast food joints in Costa Rica as well (so sad, I know!) but I was just surprised to find such large stores so easily in Panama. Perhaps it was just that I had been away from a city in so long that it was partially culture shock to come back to civilization as I’ve known it before, but Panama again just felt like it’s lost its wilderness and individuality as it’s very similar to the States.
Again, all the above is just my opinion. I have met many a traveler who much prefer Panama to Costa Rica. I am just not one of them though.
Price of Costa Rica vs. Panama:
Panama also has a reputation for being cheaper than Costa Rica. Honestly, aside from food prices I have yet to notice this. Food is definitely cheaper in Panama, but accommodations are priced about the same. Costa Rica food prices are cheaper on the Pacific (Manuel Antonio and South as I have not been to the Northern Pacific coast as I hear it’s very touristy, so food prices there may also be expensive) than they are on the Caribbean as well.
Drivers and horns:
Both countries have without a doubt some of the craziest drivers!! I would personally NEVER get behind the wheel of a car in either country, just because I lack the aggression needed to bully your way around the roads as drivers here do. I will say however that I feel much safer in Costa Rica when walking along roads than I do in Panama. I have never felt unsafe crossing roads in CR because I had full confidence that the drivers would actually slow down. In Panama, not so much… Honestly I can’t say exactly why that is, but I just don’t. I have found myself searching out old people and children in Panama to cross roads with them instead of on my own because I’m convinced they may not slow down for me, but for sure will for the elderly and youth. People in CR use roads as their personal walkways. And perhaps this is what makes the difference. It is quite common for people to literally be walking down the middle of the road as if they own it and people in cars simply weave around them without a fuss.
The use of horns is quite different too. Costa Ricans have somehow figured out how to rig their car alarms so they can play certain parts of the alarm while driving. This action has resulted in a car alarm that when started sounds like a wolf whistle… So if they are trying to get the attention of a lady on the street, they simply play their car alarm bits to sound like wolf whistles. They also use horns to warn other drivers of their approach around blind curves. In other words, they use horns for specific purposes that are easy to recognize and always about communicating in some way, and that communication is easy to determine what is meant by the horn. Panama on the other hand… Well, certainly there are horn uses that it’s easy to tell what they are communicating, such as bus drivers saying hi to another bus driver going the opposite direction. But at least in the case of walking around and being in David, I can’t tell what is being communicated by horns. They literally are being used every 5 seconds! The sound of horns and honks is the most prevalent sound! They seem to use it just for sport, lol!!
Mannerisms of speech:
Costa Ricans say “Buenas” in greeting, Panamanians say “Hola”. Both countries say “Ciao” when leaving instead of “Adios” as we are taught in Spanish classes.
Speaking of spanish… I feel as if the Spanish I’ve acquired in Costa Rica isn’t the same spanish I should be using in Panama. Just goes to show you how different even the speech mannerisms and words are from one Spanish-speaking country to the next!
On the road again…
Early the next morning we all headed out for the early boat back to Golfito. From there we said our goodbyes and all headed in separate directions. Since I was planning to travel to the Caribbean coast of Costa Rica, I thought it better to loop my way through Panama rather than to take the gruesome 8 hour or more bus ride back to San Jose, only to catch another 5 hour one to get to the Caribbean side. So as the other guys all headed North, I made my way South to Paso Canoas: the Pacific border crossing into Panama.
Upon arriving at Paso Canoas, I will be the first to admit that I had no clue what to do or where to go! There were no signs and absolutely no indication of where you were to go if you wanted to get into Panama. Perhaps what was most shocking to me was that there was no gate or fenced area… Ok, perhaps I have just been too accustomed to the look of border crossings from my travels to Mexico to the States where there are huge signs and officers everywhere and lines of buses and people all waiting to get through. This border crossing looked nothing like that. In fact I kept thinking that you really had to want to do the right thing in order to get into Panama. Otherwise, truth be told, had I known which bus I needed in Panama to get to David, Panama I could have simply walked across the invisible and non-guarded border and hoped on a bus. But I digress…
I wandered around in the direction of Panama and finally came across some police officers and asked them what it was I was supposed to do. They directed me to the immigration office on the Costa Rica side (no signs again) so I could get my exit stamp. After several wrong stops to different offices, I finally found the correct one and stood in line to exit Costa Rica. Of course as things would happen, the power went out so all the computers were down. So I had no choice but to sit around and wait for things to come back online. About a half hour later, people’s names were being called out one-by-one as the passports were being returned and I made my way to the Panama immigration office to get an entrance stamp.
Upon arriving there, I admit I was quite tired and honestly not firing on all cylinders. And my tired frame of mind ended up costing me $20.00… You see, I had completely neglected to even think about how I would probably need proof that I was leaving Panama before entering it, just as I needed proof when entering Costa Rica that I would be leaving the country (though they never asked me for it). So when the immigration officer asked if I had a bus ticket (he meant to prove that I was leaving Panama at some point) all I kept responding was “No, I am getting one to David once I cross the border”. Try as he may to get me to understand where he was going with his line of inquiry, I failed to understand exactly what he was doing, so finally after about 5 minutes of his questioning (and me lacking to understand) he gave up and simply turned me away back to the Costa Rica side so I could purchase a bus ticket for $20 that showed a return ticket from San Jose, Costa Rica to David, Panama and back to San Jose. Of course it wasn’t until after the purchase that I “got” what he information he was looking for and am completely convinced that if I had simply said “yes, I have a bus ticket back to Costa Rica… Would you like to see it??” that he would have said “no” he didn’t need to see it and would have stamped me through. Instead I had to go and make life complicated for myself and apparently for him as well.
In any event, I trudged my way back to the Panama immigration office with my $20 ticket in hand and boarded a teeny air-conditioned bus (whoa!!! civilization again!!) on my way to David. About a half-hour later we were stopped at a police checkpoint. And I chuckle every time I think of this moment because in the moment I kept thinking “man, it’s a good thing I crossed the border legally after all!!” but after the moment I thought “it wouldn’t have made a difference anyway” because the police officer boarded the bus, asked people to take out their identification, looked at 2 or 3 that were being held up in the air, glanced around the bus at people but not really looking at their faces and then exited… LOL!!
On the way to David, new passengers came on board at various stops and one of them sat next to me. He was a middle-aged gentleman who had a business and lived on the pacific coast of Panama. We chit-chatted all the way to David and thankfully, he paid attention to the change given to me when departing the bus in David. You see, in Costa Rica you either pay for a bus ticket before boarding the bus, or right as you get on. In Panama, you simply board and pay according to which stop you get off at. My bus fare was supposed to be $2.95 from Paso Canoas, but I only received $1.00 change when handing the drivers assistant a $10.00. My bus companion noticed this (and since he knew I was coming from the border) and quickly stood up for me yelling at the assistant to give me the correct change at once. How very nice of him it was indeed to do so!
So now I was in bustling David… wow… Where to begin…
Jeep-Boat-Jeep
I don’t really have a lot more to say other than what I already have in the Monteverde post, but I did want to share some pictures of the Jeep-Boat-Jeep ride…
Cell Phones
For those who would like to have a cell phone down in Costa Rica (all the locals do, you may as well too!) and don’t want to pay the absolutely outrageous phone charges that companies in the States would charge to use your phone here, well you have come to the right place! Before ever leaving the States, my mom and I talked to just about every cell phone carrier available and while all had “international” plans, they were first off quite expensive, and second not at all what I needed. What each of the carriers considered an “international” plan was to allow you to call from the States to various countries in the world. However if you were in a different county and wanted to call the States, well that wouldn’t be covered in the plan and would cost you even more of a fortune!
Luckily, the prepaid SIM card came to the rescue!! I learned most of this information once I got in Costa Rica and talked with people so here is the full skinny on what to do, where to go and what to expect:
Before you get to Costa Rica:
- Determine whether your phone is capable of being used in Costa Rica. This is done quite simply: if you have a SIM card in your phone currently, you are all set. If not, you may want to look into getting a phone that does have a slot for a SIM card. If you don’t know what a SIM card is, might I suggest Google? 🙂
- Call your cell phone carrier customer service line, tell them you will be going out of the country and that you need to have the code that will UNLOCK your phone. This is a VERY important step!!! They may run a quick check on the type of phone you have to ensure it is capable of being unlocked (i.e. it has a SIM card/slot) but it is quite fast and easy. This method is also the free method. There are some people who will charge you to get your phone unlocked and it’s really just not necessary. The code will be a long series of numbers. Be sure to write this number down and store it somewhere where you will recall where it is and that you will have it with you when you need it.
Once in Costa Rica:
As mentioned in my La Fortuna post, ICE (e-say) is the local utility company. They are also responsible for assigning you a prepaid SIM card. The easiest way to find an ICE location is by simply looking around for the tallest tower (like a radio tower in the States but much shorter) and go to where it is located. Or you can always just ask a local:) Now some tips when going to ICE: avoid going at the end/beginning and middle of the month. This is the time when locals go there to pay their utility bills so they are very crowded. Get there when they open. Most open around 8:30am. I suggest this trick because you at least have the chance of being within the first 5 to get there and therefore will probably only spend about a half hour waiting for your number to get called instead of a couple of hours wait. And yes, they do serve people in order of the ticket number you get, so be sure to look for the ticket number dispenser when you arrive (it’s red).
Once you get called, simply tell the clerk you would like a prepaid SIM card. They will take some information, ask how much you want to put on the card ($5, $10 or $20) and then will give you your card along with your receipt that will have your new phone number listed on it. To this day I still have to refer to that receipt when telling people my phone number as it’s still not committed to memory. It’s really quite humorous when people ask for your number… instead of asking for your number they ask “do you know your number?” because for some reason, not knowing ones number by heart is actually quite common here! Well, at least among the expats…
Now along with the SIM card, they will also give you the accompanying card that also has VITAL information! It is the size of a credit card and contains 2 very important numbers that you absolutely will need if your phone ever shuts down and turns back on. So whatever you do, do NOT lose this card either!! If/when you power your phone off and back on again, it will ask you for your “pin” number. It gives you three tries to get it right and the “pin” number is on the original card they give you at the ICE store. I had an incident in Bocas where my phone died and when I went to turn it on, I had no idea about the pin required to turn it back on and almost got completely and forever locked out of my phone because I didn’t know what “pin” number it was looking for! Luckily I did retain my original card and looked to it for help… hence when I discovered the value of the card!
The gentlemen assisting me at the ICE store was quite helpful and he basically took care of entering in all the necessary information in my phone in order to turn it on (i.e. pin and PUK numbers that are written on the “credit card” given to you at ICE). Once the phone prompted him for the UNLOCK code, I provided it to him and it fired up with no other problems.
And that’s it! I originally paid for $10 worth of service and to this day (it’s been over a month and a half now) I still have not had to recharge it. I’ve made several lengthy local calls, calls to the States, texts and even a call to Italy and it’s still going! I’ve heard that prepaid cards expire after 90 days if unused, but I’m really not sure how true that statement is… Something else to investigate at some point!
Now if and when you do need to recharge your prepaid SIM card, you can do so at literally just about every store you pass!! Just look for the carrier symbol of Kolbi with a little green cartoon frog that states “recarga” below it, and you’ve found yourself a recharge place!
One last thing to point out, your phone will now ONLY work in Costa Rica. Once you cross the border to another country, your phone will no longer have service.











































