Acc: hotel room
I read, communicate online, and wait for the ‘night’ to be over – all in a deadly overtired mental and physical state. At first light, some cars selling coffee out of the trunk park upfront my site, and more cars and trucks noisily stop as clients. I ask Adrian in a text to please help me find another secure and calm camp spot. He calls, shattering again my hopes that the Coast Guard will take care of me today and can only point me to a local friend. But that person is not instantly available either. Thanks so much for all your efforts, my friend!
After whining on a call to my partner Peter about my situation and all people around me being gone, I finally take action myself. I dare to walk over to the marina guard, explain my case, and ask for the marina office. She promises to keep a perfect eye on my camp, with all my belongings staying unattended otherwise.
At the marina office, I can finally talk to dock manager Iby whom I spoke to on the phone yesterday night. She instantly decides to assist me now in any possible way, apologizes for the unfortunate choice of campsite yesterday, and promises to find me a free bed in a hotel. Suddenly, I am treated like a VIP. Thanks so much! I get free access to their cantina, wifi, and rest areas. With her supervision, I am packing my old camp and carry gear and kayak with the help of four guards back to the marina. They securely store my kayak in a workshed while I have a meal in the cantina. Soon the free taxi to my hotel arrives, and I happily close the door behind my room. All good now! Or so I think.
The marina people are also so friendly to contact the Capitania and Immigration for my paperwork. The immigration officer even finds his way to my hotel, escorted by a girl speaking German. I am looking forward to getting the stamp here quickly at the hotel. But the officer only has to tell me the Quepos authorities feel unable to follow the promise from the Play del Coco offices. I must sign out of Costa Rica in Golfito, not in Quepos. They urge me to make the useless three-day detour into a dead-end via Golfito and do not understand the additional physical effort. They just need to follow their rules which demand no more landing in Costa Rica after signing out of their country. Oh well, suppose they insist on paddling those hundred kilometers of leftover coastline in one go. In that case, I will put myself in danger at a night paddle around a significant Cape as long as I follow the rules. Maybe I am finally able to put the Coast Guard to work.