Thanks to me leaving my curtains open at night and an early sunrise today I was up long before my typical 6 AM.
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4:46 AM |
While I wish I could have gone back to sleep, I chose to sit on the balcony and watch our approach. Good thing I sleep in a nightgown and not my birthday suit or the tugboat captain who pulled right alongside me would have gotten an eyeful.


I did see quite a bit of garbage in the water as we got closer to port and even by the ship when we were docked.
If you don’t have a tour you’ll need to take the long hot walk along the left side of the pier to get to town.

But I did navigate the vendors and haggle over prices and cross the streets while dodging the crazy Puntarenas drivers in hot, steamy weather. By myself. On a scooter. So maybe I was a little adventurous after all.
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Some people do, but I’d pass on swimming near the port area. |
The cruise port here has a very long pier. Thankfully for guests on Princess tours the coaches drive down towards the ship. But not just drive - they back up the entire way! It’s quite an interesting process to watch. When the bus is ready it then pulls on out of line.
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Such skillful drivers |
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You know it’s hot when the Captain puts up the window shades to keep his |
Otherwise you can wait until the pier is clear of the tours and then a little train is available to give you a ride.
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No room for Scooter on the train so we rolled ourselves down the pier |
I had one big task today. Last time we were here coffee-lover Ed took a coffee plantation tour and rated it as one of his all-time top tours, up there with Normandy. While I don’t drink coffee, I can shop coffee so that’s what I did. He had a list of brands and types of roasts but no matter where I went I struck out again and again. I called an audible (how’s that for a sports term?!) and bought a whole variety of brands and roasts from a variety of vendors. I had brought a shipping box from home and it’s now filled to the gills and ready to send off at the post office when we get to Fort Lauderdale.
After my must-do for the day, I wheeled down the waterfront to get a photo of the Puntarenas sign and of the ship.

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Not a bus in sight now |
By then I was steamy hot and needed a refreshment. The granizados looked like something I wanted to try. A shave ice/snow cone with ice cream? Yes, please. But the Spanish I used so confidently and competently in Huatulco didn’t help me today. The popular “Churchill” I ordered had sweetened condensed milk on the side, ice cream on top, and shave ice. But all the white inside the glass was leche pinito. And there was my misstep.
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Leche pinito? Powdered milk. |
I really tried to like it, but the texture and the flavor of the powdered milk just wasn’t doing it for me. I could only get so far before I had to call it quits.
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I’m not as adventurous as I’d hoped. |
But not adventurous enough to get anywhere near these end-of-the-day masked performers.
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They kind of creeped me out |
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Early sunset, too. 5:48 PM |
Up tomorrow is a sea day and then Panama City on Sunday.