Costa Rica: June 2006 - Page 4

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Pretty trippy place, huh?
Playa Nosara swimming pool.
But there was an everpresent feeling of decay and creepiness everywhere I went.

It was beautiful, but it was creepier than hell, too.

And when I first got there, there was nobody around.

Not a soul, not a sound.

Weird.

Really weird.

Eventually, a most otherworldly female appeared as if from
nowhere, and managed to be simultaneously charming and
welcoming, as well as sinister and threatening. Once I'd
persuaded her that I was actually supposed to be there taking
pictures of the place, and mentioned the right names, she
relented. But only just. And then promptly turned on her heel
and disappeared, never to be seen again. There was not a
single other person anywhere that I could see or notice, on the
grounds, or in any of the buildings. A light whisper of breeze
was the only thing to disturb the enveloping silence that the
place brooded within. All around me, a peculiar aura of wrack
and ruin pervaded everything, despite ample evidence that
somebody, or maybe something, was seeing to it that the whole
place was being maintained, being taken care of. I felt like I
was in a fucking Twilight Zone episode, and if Rod Serling, or
perhaps even Alfred Hitchcock, had suddenly materialized from
around a hidden corner, I wouldn't have been too surprised.
Startled half to death, yes. But surprised? No.

The place had views to die for, all around.
Another marvelous, but creepy, view from the grounds.
Yet another gorgeous view from this weird-ass hotel that wasn't really a hotel.
There were stunning views, in every direction.
Gorgeous. Everywhere you looked, it was gorgeous.
.....and there's more.....