Part 2

So I got back on the bus that took me to the hot springs where everyone else was.This place was amazing.They had constructed almost an exotic park of different pools to swim in from the natural hot water from the volcano.There were well over 15 different pools to choose from and all had been constructed with little hide-a-ways and places to sit,to lay down, one of them even had a massive slide that you go down and splash into a deep pool at the bottom.All the pools had different temperatures and they warned you not to stay more then 15 minutes in one temperature as the heat can have odd side effects to those who are not used to it.Two of the pools had a big bar in the center with a barman ready to serve.This was cool, and was used frequently by what looked like honey-mooners or couples who had come here and stayed at the hotel connected to the spa.I ,however, couldn't afford $7 dollars for a coke a cola ha!

There were exotic plants hanging and growing everywhere and the whole feel was very relaxing.With the view of the volcano in the background it was all rather lovely.They had gardens to visit too that were cool to walk through as there were little lizards jumping amongst the trees and over head as you walked amongst the foliage through the hidden paths of the gardens.

We spent a few hours there where I found the German girls and chatted with them again and hung out until we were called back to the restaurant for dinner.We all got back into the bus and when we reached the restaurant we all took our same places at the tables, me with the three German girls and the rest on another table.I sat down first and waved to them with a big smile, I love sitting down at meals, its one of my favourite past times, eating and talking haha. However, that wasn't tobe.

On and off all day I had bumped into these three girls and they had always spoken English to me, but without even muttering a single work of English they all sat down and babbled off in German.Well thats fine, perhaps they had something important or pressing to say to each other that couldn't be said in English.So I waited, the first course came, still no English.I was a little surprised. I knew they spoke English and they knew I didn't speak a word of German, why were they talking in German? I then started to think maybe I was being arrogant expecting everyone to speak English, so I tried to calm myself and ignore it. But then on the other hand I was always taught you speak the language everyone at the table can speak, or at least have someone translate.

I was trying to work out what was going on, they were laughing at each others jokes, never looking at me and I had lost all confidence to butt into their conversation and ask if they were intending to speak in English at the dinner table at all tonight. I just didn't have it in me.I wish they had had the courtesy to tell me they couldn't speak in English or something as I wouldn't have minded and would have whacked my headphones in or gone and sat next to someone else who spoke English, not that there were many. But instead I put my head down, concentrated on my food and listened out in case their conversation was over and I was going to be invited into the conversation.

Alas, this continued for over 40 minutes. I looked around the room, so many other groups were beginning to look at us as they could see I was just sitting at this table not saying a damn word looking at my food. I felt so miserable.I love talking at the table for meals and I just couldn't understand what I had done to deserve this kind of ill treatment.I didn't dare put my headphones in case I was seen as the rude one. Far too much British pride drummed into me there I recon.

The second course was brought out, the minute it was put on the table and I realised they didn't have a single intension of including me my eyes started to well up. I wanted to punch them, or cry my eyes out, either one. I just couldn't believe how mean it was, and I started to take it personally. I made an excuse about feeling tired and immediately left and went and sat on the bus.

Never mind, they smelt funkymandy. In fact all the Germans here unfortunately don't seem to realise that they smell.Its weird, the Costa Ricans take cleanliness so seriously, you can get on a bus at rush hour and its packed of Costa Ricans getting home from work, and yet the place never smells, NEVER.Which is remarkable, however you step into the internet room at the school, which is always filled with German students and pheeeew, its hard not to gag. And that's not just me that thinks that, I'm certainly not being a b+tch it's just an obvious and well circulated observation at the school.It's odd, as I always remember Germans over in England being particularly clean but I guess their deodorant isn't as strong as the ones over here or something and you need something hardcore out here with the heat.I dunno. No offence to Germans at all, just making an observation.

Anyway, we got back on the bus and drove off to the viewpoint around the other side of the volcano to see the bright red lava flowing down against the blackened sky.

We couldn't see it. Ha! Typical, it is rainy season here so the sky was fully of clouds, but that didn't really matter.It was a beautiful day with its ups and downs but I didn't mind, I had had a great day over all.

We drove back to San Jose to get dropped off at our schools or hotels.I was the only one at my school on the bus as the three German girls had opted to stay at the hotel for a night.So I managed to flutter my eye lids and instead of being dropped off at the school, I got the driver to drop me off at my house.HAHA awesome.

However, I left my camera on the bus, idiot.I presumed I would get it back on Monday when I rang the private bus company.. yeah right!