Orosi

Yesterday took it out of me so I rested up until midday and took the opportunity to do a bit of washing. I’m the only one staying in my six bed dorm so really have the room to myself. Which was just as well seeing as I strung a week’s worth of washing across it.

I went out in the early afternoon to source food and found a delightful little bakery run by a Swiss lady who had been in the valley for the past 30 years. La señora wasn’t surprised to learn there were very few people staying at the hostel. She said that since the country had become so popular with tourists from Canada and the US, prices have been driven sky high which is having a knock on effect to places traditionally popular with travellers who now prefer to take their carefully coffered coins to more affordable neighbouring countries.

Refuelled, I went for a stroll around this pretty little town. Orosi is neatly nestled in a verdant valley, through which the Rio Grande de Orosi flows. The town itself is spotlessly clean and little casas with immaculately tended gardens and terraces front it’s streets. Nearly every casa has a pampered pooch or three and many a well-dressed, well-behaved hound can be seen being lead around the streets by its proud owner. The people are very friendly, greeting everyone they pass with a smile. There is much to like in this little community.

Dusk fell early, as it does in this country, so I returned to the hostel for a quiet night.