COSTA RICA
La Cruz, March 16th 1960
Today I'm allowed to ride at last into the 'Land of Promise' Costa Rica,
(map) the Rich Coast. A veterinarian has examined
Platero and the officials have given their 'blessing'. Of course only on
the condition that: " ... ruego a Ustedes de comunicar a este Facteria
y a la Contaduria Mayer la fecha de salida de dicho caballo." I sign
everything I am asked to sign in order to ride on. (And when they aren't
dead by now, the authorities at the frontier to Panama are still waiting
for the exit of Platero... )
To the nearest village I have to ride about 15 km. La Cruz lies on top of a hill, only 8 km off the Pacific. The view is marvellous. I look down at the Bahia de Salinas and, lying behind it, the wide Golfo de Santa Elena.
El Pelon, March 17th 1960
From La Cruz to the next city Liberia I have to cover 58 km.
In this district there aren't any villages, only pastures. Every once in
a while I see a hacienda. The heat is grilling. To the left of the Panamerican
Highway -which in Costa Rica is called Interamericana- extends
the mountain range Cordillera de Guanacaste with its volcanos
Orosi (1659 m) and Rincon de la Vieja (1916 m).
(Stephens was here too - the only difference being that he rode in the
direction of Nicaragua. "All day we had on our right the great range of
Cordilleras, and crowning it at this point the great volcanoes of Rincon
and Orosi. From thence a vast plain, over which the wind swept furiously,
extended to the sea."
(That was in February 1841 - in March 1960, however, not so much as a
gentle breeze was blowing ... )
The day passes - there is no house in sight. At last, about halfway, I reach a hacienda, El Pelon. With pleasure I accept an invitation. The stay on such a cattle ranch is always agreeable. A friendly welcome, Platero has its pasture (and doesn't have to be tied up), and naturally, being a guest, I am not allowed to talk about any payment. The señora on El Pelon has 4 sons and 25 grandchildren.
The Panamerican Highway from Peñas Blancas to Liberia was built only 4 years ago. About the same time the hacienda owners of El Pelon bought their first car. Before that only bridle-paths led into the small town. But during the rainy season these paths were so swampy that the horses had to jump from one 'land island' to the other! For the distance Hacienda - Liberia it took a rider, so I was told, 5 hours. (Unfortunately I forgot to ask how fast the Ticos made it into town during the dry season,)
Liberia/Bagaces, 18/19th 1960
("At dusk we reached the river which runs by the suburbs of Guanacaste,
(Publisher: Stephens is referring to Liberia) the frontier
town of Costa Rica.")
It's still in the afternoon as I ride into the capital of the province
Guanacaste. Behold - there is even a park here, where a band plays
in the evenings, just like in Oaxaca.
(At eleven o'clock we entered the village of Bagaces. We had made tremendous
journeys, and it was the first time in four days that we had seen anything
but single haciendas, but we rode through."
I stay overnight - at the pension 'Casa de Vegas'.
(Looks as if these places haven't impressed us much - neither Stephens
nor myself. )
Cañas, March 20/21th 1960
Often enough in Costa Rica, but above all on the carretera
between Bagaces and Cañas, I cross innumerable rivers.
In the beginning they are coming down from the Cordillera de Guanacaste,
later on, before Cañas the Cordillera Vulcanica begins.
(Which changed its name on a map from 1984 and is now called Cordillera
Tilaran. ). This mountain range reaches from south of the Laguna de
Arenal to the Meseta Central. These numerous rivers merge gradually
forming greater streams which all run into the Golfo de Nicoya.
Cañas looks like all the other small towns in the 'tierra caliente' of the province Guanacaste. Remarkable is only the Sunday promenade on horseback! I'll stay one more day, because once again Platero needs new horseshoes. (To my great regret my diary notes, in Costa Rica quite sparse anyway, cease in Cañas all together. Only a few letters remain as 'remembrance help'.)
Esparta, March 22nd/24th1960
I need three days to ride from Cañas to Esparta. (On
the 84 map written Esparza.) The area is a bit hilly and from the
highs I can see the Golfo de Nicoya as well as the peninsula
Nicoya. The Panamerican Highway runs southwards parallel to the
Cordillera de Vulcanica (or Tilaran) and more and more approaches
the gulf. On both sides of the road I see only endless pastures and it's
awfully hot again.
(This heat must have 'erased' every memory concerning these days, I don't
know any more where I have passed the first night. In any case - like Stephens
- I must have crossed the river Lagartos. "... we reached the River Lagartos,
breaking rapidly over a bed of white sand and gravel; it was clear as crystal
and shaded by trees...")
In the afternoon of the second day I reach the river Aranjuez. Some
huts are scattered over the riverbank. I can stay overnight in one of them.
Here, for the first time, I see the carts,
(photo1)which are so typical for Costa Rica.
(The origen of which may be looked for in Sicily.) The oxcart of my
peasant host is many-coloured, flowers and ornaments decorating the cart
and even its wheels. The next morning, before leaving, I take a picture of
the cart with its harnessed two yoke of oxen.
From the Aranjuez to the next great river, the Barranca, I have to cover about 20 km. (" we crossed the Barranca, a broad, rapid and beautiful river."( Stephens ) Half an hour later I ride into the small town of Esparta.
The distance from Esparta to the Pacific is 12 km and to reach Puntarenas twice as much. Puntarenas is situated at the end of a spit of land reaching into the Golfo de Nicoya. The city is, after Puerto Limon, the second important harbour of Costa Rica.
San Ramon/Sarchi, March 25/26th 1960
The Panamerican Highway leaves the coast in Esparta, and - running
almost rectangularly to its former course - ascends slowly at the same time.
Starting at about 200 m above sea level the road reaches in the San Ramon
district more or less 1600 m. But this mountain range doesn't has any
jagged rocks, the mountain tops are mostly rounded and covered with grass.
("The next morning we entered an open, rolling and undulating country
... "(Stephens). Once in a while I see scattered groups of trees with
pretty haciendas in between, the whole thing very peaceful. The houses look
well-kept, very rarely I pass the well-known, poverty-stricken huts which
I saw in the other Central American countries.
Costa Rica is more well-to-do than its neighbours. Nowadays hardly
any Indios descending from of the original inhabitants are left. Only descendants
of the Spanish conquerers and European immigrants live here. Before San
Ramon a coffee cultivation district begins.
(Coffee, cultivated in Costa Rica mostly in the middle altitudes between
900 and 1200 m above sea level, grows especially well at the dry, Pacific
side of the Central Plateau on black-brown humus top soil formed by volcanic
ashes. )
I stay overnight in San Ramon and then in the not to far away
Sarchi.
Alajuela, March 27th 1960
From Sarchi I ride on to Alajuela, my first city in Costa
Rica which is a bit larger than the others. There hasn't much changed
since Stephens stayed in Costa Rica.
("There are four cities in Costa Rica, all of which lie within the space
of fifteen leagues; (Alajuela, San José, Herida and Cartago.) yet
each has a different climate and different productions. The plaza (in Alajuela)
was beautifully situated, and the church, the cabildo and the houses fronting
it were handsome. The latter were long and low, with broad piazzas and large
windows, and balconies made of wooden bars.")
Alajuela was founded during the colonial area. From afar I can already see the mighty dome of its cathedral. It is warm in the city. I have some difficulties in finding quarters for the two of us, that is Platero and myself, because most of the hotels don't have a patio. But one hotel possesses a rather large backyard and there is even plenty of grass growing in it. There is only one problem - just a very narrow passage leads to this 'horses paradise'. When I attempt to make Platero pass through it, he gets stuck at first! With combined forces the caballito is pushed into the yard at last, but a piece of his hindleg is grazed in the process ...
From the window of my room I overlook the yard. There is nothing there that could possibly be colonial, only corrugated sheet iron can be seen 'en masse' But in the distance the impressive Cordillera Central rises and beautifies the desolate outlook. Astonishingly the same copse-likegrass-tufts, as seen on top of the Cerro Calel in Guatemala, are growing here too. Platero disdains the 'normal' grass and feeds only on the tufts.
San José, March 28th 1960
Henceforth the capital isn't very far away any more. The German couple in
El Salvador had told me, that the embassy was situated at the northwestern
outskirts of the town, and I am coming from this direction. The road passes
an airfield, and soon after that the Paseo Colon turns off on the
left. Just as I arrive at the front of the embassy building, Mrs. B. happens
to look out of a window! She is glad, that I have managed it up to here.
For the time being, Platero is put into the flowergarden, and I drive home
with her for lunch. The family has rented an old, spacious house and furnished
it nicely. It lies amidst a coffee finca on an elevation, but the family
has nothing to do with the running of the finca. The suburb here is called
Chaparrón en San Pedro Lourdes. The embassy lies exactly opposite,
that means within 8 km from here at the other side of the city. I habe no
choice - in the afternoon I have to ride with Platero through the capital,
something I have always steered clear of up to now. Mrs. B. drives slowly
ahead with the car and I follow her. People stare at me as if they were looking
at the eighth wonder of the world. Must have been a long time that somebody
has been riding through
San José in Costa Rica
...
San José, March 29th-May 6th 1960
San José lies at 1180 m above sea level on the Meseta Central
- the central plateau. This high valley, measuring about 65 km in length
and 30 km in width is in every respect the centre of Costa Rica. The
distances from the Meseta to the frontiers of Nicaragua as
well as Panama are nearly identical, only that the Atlantic is a bit
further away than the Pacific. The area of the Meseta Central is,
owing to the volcano ashes, the most fertil and hence also the most populated
part of the country.
The climate is very pleasant, fresh during the nights and warm during the
day, but far from being as hot as on the coast. Soon the rainy season, which
is called 'winter' in Costa Rica, is going to start. But usually this
winter consists only of a thunder-shower in the afternoons
Besides of numerous modern buildings, there exist in the old part of the
city, the barrios, still those kind of houses which are typical for
San José. Mostly one-storied, they are built of bricks or air
bricks. The famous national theatre dating from 1897 -thought of as the most
beautiful building in Costa Rica- is built of marble.
In the capital, and also state-wide, there exists only a small police unit. In 1948 the government disbanded the army with the explanation that armed forces, for one thing, were expensive and, secondly, were unnecessary.
Irazù
With my host family I am going to visit the Irazu, a volvano 3432
m high. The road leads almost to its peak.
(For Stephens it was much more difficult to get there.: "... we set up
to ascend the volcano. It was necessary to sleep en route. As we ascended,
the temperature became colder and I put on my poncho, but before we reached
our stopping place my teeth were chattering and before dismounting I had
an ague." )
We get out of the car to walk the rest of the way to the crater. It's foggy
and cold. Our path ascends above the timber-line, grass is growing here only
sparsely. At last we reach the summit plateau, there isn't any vegetation
at all, only ashes and lava. The enormous crater of the volcano is impressive,
deep down I see a small lake. (Photo 2) It is said that
up from here both -the Atlantic and the Pacific- are to be seen simultaneously.
But that's just what is being said, because most of the time it's so foggy
or clouded that you can hardly recognize anything that is farther away than
three meters. Like today.
(Stephens, naturally, was more lucky: "By degrees the more distant clouds
were lifted, and over the immense bed we saw at the same moment the Atlantic
and the Pacific Oceans. This was the great spectacle we had hoped, but scarcely
expected, to behold. The point at which they were visible were the Gulf of
Nicoya and the harbour of San Juan del Norte which were not directly opposite
but nearly at right angles to each other, so that we could see both without
turning the body.")
Sarapiqui
I am invited by an American family to spend the weekend on their cocoa plantation, which is located in the tropical rainforest of the Sarapiqui district. The rio Sarapiqui flows into the San Juan river. The latter forms, from the Caribic to Lago de Nicaragua, the border between Costa Rica and Nicaragua. But to reach the plantation is quite exhausting. The road from San José to Heredia is still in order, but soon after Herida it turns into a bumpy track which ascends to the Cordillera Central. Up there it runs exactly between two volcanos. At the left I see the Poas (2708 m) and at the right side the Barva (2919 m). Then we sway with the Jeep slowly down into the lowlands. About 1-2 km, before the way ends for good, we turn off at the right to reach the junction of the Sarapiqui and Puerto Viejo rivers. (Photo 3) The only way to go ahead is now the river - 2 km by boat on the Puerto Viejo. For the first time in my life I experience what it is like to be on a virgin forest river. We drive in a green tunnel upstream. The house is lying high up on the steep embankment. All around a small part of the forest has been cleared. Where the cleared woodland ends, the virgin forest seems like a wall. The cocoa plants have to be looked for, because the underwood has only been cleared partially. Great forest trees always remain in order to give shade. Usually they are left standing as long as they live - until they topple over and rot away.
In the branches of the virgin forest I see innumerable birds, but on the ground only an ant-eater is getting in my way. Oddly enough, there are hardly any mosquitos in the Sarapiqui area. Because it rains so much (several times during the day), they are probably all drowned ... The water level of the Puerto Viejo changes daily. A bit more rain upstream makes its water rise right away. The current is very strong, and it's impossible to swim against it. So anybody who wants to take an afreshing bath, does it like this: He climbs over trees - toppled into the water but still lying close to the embankment - upstream. That's always a lot easier than go struggling through the jungle. Fed up with climbing, you just get into the water and the river current takes you nicely downstream! (Sorry to say, but I don't know any more if I took part in the swimming exercises. Maybe I did - maybe I was only looking on whilst the children of the family were doing it)
Biding farewell
Now I have already been in San José for more than 4 weeks. Platero recovers from his long march on a lushy green meadow. Up to there I have to cover a distance of about 1-2 km. Because I can't leave the saddle at the meadow and - apart from that - don't want to drag it back I ride my horse only with the halter. As he soon gets to know the meadow easily, that's no problem at all. But if he stays a few days in a row, I have trouble in catching him. No wonder, for which horse is going to leave such a 'paradise' voluntarily!
Originally I had intended to ride on - I even had, while planning the voyage, with a kind of youthful flippancy thought of reaching Peru! - but meanwhile a thing or two are there against it. Behind Cartago the road crosses at first the 3505 m high Cerro de la Muerte de la Cordillera de Talamanca and then runs over the coastal mountains into marshy country. Furthermore, the customs of Panama are said to be even more fussy than the one in Costa Rica concerning the importation of animals. Besides, the rainy season will begin soon, and in Panama-City I would have been forced to stop anyway. Shortly behind the city any kind of road discontinues and as far as the border with Columbia there exists only virgin forest, nothing else than virgin forest.
So I have to say good-bye to Platero. I have put an ad into the local newspaper
in order to sell Platero. But there is little interest for the
caballito from Mexico. One buyer would be willing to take him
but only together with saddle and bridle; I, however, want to keep both.
(Saddle and bridle remained undisturbed for more then 23 years in a cardboard
in Mexico-City. But today the saddle is serving its purpose once again on
a rancho in Aguascalientes (Mexico), and the bridle is hanging in Hanover,
Constantinstraße
)
Thus Platero will remain in San José and the family will take care of him. This way I can express my thanks to all of them for the nice time I had in Costa Rica.
On May 6th 1960 I take a plane at El Coco, the International Airport
of Costa Rica, and fly back to México.
ADIOS PLATERO ... |
Epilog 1989
The voyage is finished - 30 years have passed. |
have crossed dry plains, |
But there is something missing - |
"I long for the latin-american disorder, for the familiar sounds and scents of our small world, in which the clock is only a decorative object and time a notion from poetry ..." Erico Verissimo |
My 'Travel Companions'...
Dario, Ruben Jimenez, Juan Ramon Lemper, Ute Padoan, Laura (Hrsg.) Reyes, Raul Elas Rushdie, Salman Stephens, John L. Esteban de Varano Vollmberg, Max Verissimo, Erico |
Azul... Duodécima edicion (1957) Poesias Antologia (1954) Platero y Yo Elegia Andaluza (Editorial Losada, S.A., Buenos Aires, 1958 Hände, die die Freiheit tasten (Zeitmagazin Nr. 24, !989) NICARAGUA, Costa Rica und Panama (Verlag Scheuble & Baumgartner, Berlin, 1985) El Salvador Land of Lakes and Volcanos (Junta Nacional de Turismo, 1957) Das Lächeln des Jaguars (The Jaguar Smile* A Nicaraguan Journey) (Serie Piper, R.Piper GmbH&Co.KG, München, 1987) Incidents of Travel in Central America, Chiapas and Yucatan (1841-1843) (Rutgers University Press, New Brunswick, New Jersey. Edited 1949 by Richard L. Predmore) COSTA RICA Primera edici6n (1957) Quetzales und Vulkane Ein Maler reist durchs Mayaland (Sibyllen - Verlag Johannes Kempfe, Berlin 1932) Mexico - Land der Gegensätze (Paul Neff Verlag, 1958) |
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