We found it nearly impossible to get a reservation there. And en route, we met some fellows on the Baz Bus who spoke very highly of a town called Chintsa and the hostel they work for there. I use the term "work" loosely. Mostly they smoke a lot of pot and serve themselves from behind the bar.
Anyhow, the spontaneous adventurers that we are, we decided to take a detour. And boy are we glad we did. This place is amazing. Here is the hostel, slightly visible between the trees on this hillside.
It's a maze of accommodations, nestled in the forest overlooking the ocean. We've opted to rent a fully equiped "safari tent" here, and enjoy afternoons lounging in our deck chairs with an incredible view of Chinsta's picturesque cove.
The hostel has a fantastic pool and two bars, ping pong tables and volleyball courts, free canoes and surfboards to rent. Roof decks and balconies are sprinkled amongst the property, and the staff can arrange just about anything you could want to do. The food here is great too.
A 45 second walk from our bed finds us on a beautiful white sand stretch of beach, with crystal blue waters and not a single other person as far as the eye can see. It's pretty much paradise.
Our walk to the local market is across the river and down the beach. Quite the commute.
Oh, did I mention they have a spa with massages, a jacuzzi and sauna? In case you need to unwind after a stressful day of watching the waves roll in.
Dude. I don't even know what to say. Lucky sods.
ReplyDeleteHaving just spent eight amazingly fantastic days on a sailboat in the Caribbean, and being somewhat nonplussed to discover upon returning that home is, um, not quite as much fun as the Caribbean, I'm wondering: how the hell are you guys possibly going to handle The End Of The Trip, when suddenly you don't get to stay in ridiculously gorgeous hostels drinking coconut juice off each other's navels and serenely observing paradise? Are you even GOING to come back? (Please?)