WHY COSTA RICA?

 

If San Salvador were hosed down, all the shacks cleared and the people re-housed in tidy bungalows, the buildings painted, the stray dogs collared and fed, the children given shoes, the trash picked up in the parks, the soldiers pensioned off -- there is no army in Costa Rica--and all the political prisoners released, those cities would I think, begin to look a little like San José. In E1 Salvador I had chewed the end of my pipestem to pieces in frustration. In San José I was able to have a new pipestem  fitted. . . [Costa Rica] was that sort of  place.

 

                                                 PAUL THEROUX, THE OLD PATAGONIAN EXPRESS

 

In his highly entertaining incisive book The OldPatagonian Express, describing his journey south by rail from Massachusetts to Tierra del Fuego, Paul Theroux portrays a litany of places one might want to avoid. But Costa Rica is different. One of his characters sums it up. Freshly arrived in San José, the capital city, Theroux finds himself talking to a Chinese man in a bar. The Asian -a Costa Rican citizen - had left his homeland in 1954 and traveled widely throughout the Americas. He disliked every country he had seen except one. “What about the United States?" Theroux asked. "I went all around it," replied the Chinese man, "Maybe it is a good country, but I don't think so. I could not live there. I was still traveling, and I thought to myself, 'What is the best country?' It was Costa Rica - I liked it very much here. So I stayed."

At first sight, Costa Rica appears almost too good to be true. The temptations and appeals of this tiny nation are so abundant that an es­timated 30,000 North American citizens and an equal number of other nationals (constituting more than two percent of Costa Rica's population) have moved here in recent years and now call Costa Rica home, at­tracted by financial incentives and a quality of life among the highest in the Western Hemisphere. Pensionados and other foreigners in residence seem to have known for quite some time what travelers only a decade ago began wising up to: Costa Rica isn't simply one of the world's best-kept travel secrets but also a great place to live.

For years travelers had neglected this exciting yet peaceful nation - primarily because of a muddled grasp of Central American geopolitics. While its neighbors have been racked by turmoil, Costa Rica has been blessed with a remarkable normalcy - few extremes of wealth and pover­ty, no standing army, and a proud history as Central America's most stable democracy (elections are so trouble-free that crowd control at polling sta­tions is handled in part by schoolchildren). Of the 53 presidents who have reigned since the nation won independence from Spain, in 1821, only three have been military men and only six could be considered dictators.

Ticos - as the friendly, warmhearted Costa Ricans are known - pride themselves on having more teachers than policemen, a higher male life ex­pectancy than does the United States, an egalitarianism and strong com­mitment to peace and prosperity, and an education and social-welfare system that should be the envy of many developed nations. Even the smallest town is electrified, water most everywhere is potable, and the telecommunica­tions system is the best in Latin America. In 1990, the United Nations declared Costa Rica the country with the best human-development index among underdeveloped nations - and in 1992, it was taken off the list of underdeveloped nations altogether. No wonder National Geographic called it the “land of the happy medium."

This idyllic vision, however, doesn't take into account the country's problems. The political system is mired in cronyism and corruption that Ticos are only now beginning to acknowledge. One-third of Costa Rica's 520,000 fam­ilies live in poverty. Traffic fatality statistics are frightening. Theft and petty fraud are endemic. Deforestation outside the national parks is occurring at a rate faster than in the Amazon. And the state of the roads would be a joke if it weren't such a deplorable embarrassment.

Despite its diminutive size (the country is about as big as Nova Scotia or West Virginia), Costa Rica proffers more beauty and adventure per acre than any other country on earth. It is in fact a kind of micro continent unto itself. The diversity of terrain - most of it supremely beautiful - is remarkable. Costa Rica is sculpted to show off the full potential of the tropics. You can journey, as it were, from the Amazon to a Swiss alpine forest simply by starting in a Costa Rican valley and walking uphill. Within a one-hour jour­ney from San José, the capital city, the tableau metamorphoses from dense rainforest to airy deciduous forest, montane cloud forest swathing the slopes of towering volcanoes, dry open savanna, lush sugarcane fields, banana plan­tations, rich cattle ranches set in deep valleys, rain-soaked jungle, lagoons, es­tuaries, and swamps teeming with wildlife in the northern lowlands. The lush rainforest spills down the steep mountains to greet the Pacific and Atlantic Oceans, where dozens of inviting beaches remain unspoilt by footprints, and in places offshore coral reefs open up a world more beautiful than a casket of gems.

Costa Rica's varied ecosystems - particularly its tropical rainforests - are a naturalist's dream. Unlike many destinations, where man has driven the an­imals into the deepest seclusion, Costa Rica's wildlife seems to love to put on a song and dance. Animals and birds are prolific and in many cases relatively easy to spot - sleek jaguars on the prowl, tattered moth-ridden sloths moving languidly among the high branches, scarlet macaws that fall from their perches and go squalling away, coatimundis, toucans, brightly colored tree frogs, and other exotic species in abundance. That sudden flutter of blue is a giant morpho butterfly. That mournful two-note whistle is the quetzal, the tropical birder's Holy Grail. The pristine forests and jungles are full of arboreal sounds that are, according to one writer; “music to a weary ecotraveler's ears.” You can almost feel the vegetation growing around you. There is a sense of life at flood tide.

The nation's 12 distinct ecological zones are home to an astonishing array of flora and fauna - approximately five percent of all known species on earth in a country that occupies less than three ten-thousandths of its land area - including more butterflies than in the whole of Africa, and more than twice the number of bird species in the whole of the United States - in colors so brilliant that their North American cousins seem drab by com­parison. Stay here long enough and you'll begin to think that with luck you might, like Noah, see examples of all the creatures on earth.

Scuba divers, fishermen, golfers, spa addicts, kayakers and whitewater rafters, hikers, surfers, honeymoon romantics, and every other breed of escape artist can find his or her nirvana in Costa Rica. The adventure travel in­dustry here has matured into one of the world's finest.

For better or worse, Costa Rica has also burst into blossom as a con­tender on the international beach-resort scene. The nation boasts a number of supremely attractive resorts, civilized hotels, and rustic lodges and cabinas where, lazing in a hammock dramatically overlooking the beach, you might seriously contemplate giving up everything back home and settling down to while away the rest of your days enjoying the never-winter climate.

Fortunately, as yet, Costa Rica has no Acapulcos or Cancuns scarring the coast with endless discos, concrete beachfronts, and vast high-rise condominiums: Costa Rica's progressive conservationist tradition and dedication to development with a genteel face have helped keep rapacious developers at bay. (This seems to be changing, unfortunately. Although Luis Manuel Chacon, the country's first minister of tourism, vowed to allow no buildings "taller than a palm tree"' to blight the beaches, mega resort complexes are sprouting along the jungled shoreline like mushrooms on a damp log.)

The country is finally having to face a paradoxical problem - that of being loved to death. As the word spreads, more people come, and more big developers are drawn.

I hope it will be many years before Costa Rica is spoiled, and I urge you to go now.

 

 

From “Costa Rica Handbook” by Christopher P. Baker