PLACE: OROSI, COSTA RICA
|High above the Orosi valley lives Nano, the hospitality himself.|
That way you can point out most places in the vicinity. But not the house of the man that this post is about. Even then his house escapes from view.
At Nano's place bold hillsides quiet the sounds of cars, dogs and the bustle from town. It is not a place where the average car tourist in the Orosi valley stops by.
|Landscape near the Orosi valley. Steep, as everywhere in the area.|
If you stay one week at the Montaña Linda language school, priorities becomes different. Then you most likely have no rental car and seven mornings or afternoons to kill. You have time for the small sights, those spots that never make it into the guidebooks.
Sometimes, those are the very places that result in the fondest memories. At least, that's the case with Nano.
I doubt that he has a lot of education. Rich he is not. That puts no limit to the hospitality he shows visiting gringos.
Already in the cross of two paths at the opposite side of the brook, Nano comes out to meet us, together with two of the three dogs that share his forest paradise (like "all" Costaricans he have found them on the street).
He invites us to sit around one of the tables on the terrasse, offers bananas (from bunches hanging from hooks under the roof) and coffee, before he begins his routine.
He talks like a rapid while gesticulating with two hands that clearly show that he is a man of the earth. He tells about bananas (- There are 500 types of them in the world. On my farm alone I have 10.), animals, nature and history, and browses through a pile of coffee bags informing us which ones are good and which ones are not, but in dire need of milk, sugar or whisky before consumption.
|- Export, says Nano about coffee made from first grade beans.|
Peasants like him drink only fourth grade coffee - made from beans that were harvested while still green (finally they have to be picked, and laid in the sun in a last attempt to mature them) - and that has a sour taste. Therefore sugar is added to the coffee already in the bag.
- I drink Rey. It's fourth grade, but OK. We should have had whisky, that makes it better, but I am out of it, he smiles.
After that deeply personal introduction to coffee he show us around his house. It is huge, with two bedrooms downstairs and three upstairs, all of the top rooms complete with bunk beds with matresses.
- That was to little use. The cats have slept in them, he laughs.
|Kitchen, the only place with running water.|
- For me it's not necessary. But for the tourists it is, he explains.
It has become too late for any work this afternoon. Instead Nano finds cues and we move the protection from his billiard table.
We are deep in the woods, inside imprenetable native forest and bold plantations. A chicken sits in the tree outside. We play billiard on a table that is almost level.
- Feliz navidad, Nano says every time one of us miss spectacularly. When it is time for the black ball, he lets me win.
I have my doubts regarding his hostel, so far away from and above roads and civilization. The same goes with his business skills. But one thing is clear: It would be hard to find a kinder host.
|Nano makes a fire in the kitchen, to make coffee.|
|This could very well be Orosi's only billiard hall.|
|A clearing in the hills where he intend to plant coffee.|