M + K: Jacó (pronounced hah-KOH) is the unofficial capital of US tourism in Costa Rica, known for big waves and exciting nightlife. We stayed in a hotel which smelled like a toilet cake on purpose and got some pretty fancy coconut encrusted fish tacos at a tiny taco bar with a menu that looked like an infographic of agricultural statistics. Jacó has a wealth of lackluster souvenir shops that all sell roughly the same things: vaguely indigenous jewelry, miniature surfboard clocks, and T shirts with drinking slogans on them. Yee haw.
We also noted that many bars in Jacó have adopted a “2 for 1” or “4 for 1” drink special, but failed or refused to uphold the spirit of such a special by charging $30 for the one drink. We are pretty sure most adults are capable of seeing through such a transparent offer in the same way that even the average child knows that a pizza cut into four slices does not provide more food when cut into eight slices.
Much of our time here was spent waiting for buses in light rain. We went to a Pizza Hut by the bus stop to grab a bite to eat, but their power was out; Of note, however, is the fact that the first five pages of Pizza Hut menus here are dedicated exclusively to wine.
We remained in this place for only twenty four hours before hopping, with some difficulty, on a bus to Quepos.