Do you ever go someplace and finally realize, “I’m no longer cool!”
Jeff & I have arrived at our final destination, Oxygen Jungle Villas, up in the hills outside the Pacific coast town of Uvita. After following a series of secret instructions (you only get them after making reservations) we arrived at our villa and were greeted by staff in black tees. They led us to a table with a small pellet in a bowl for each of us. Our greeter, Dallas (go figure?) informed us this was for freshening up and poured spring water over the pellet which quickly grew to unwrap and become a damp washcloth. Jeff noted that it was interesting to be greeted with a science project after a dusty drive. We were then led to our Balinese hut.
Each unit is guarded by a Buddha (Namaste, Mr. Buddha!) The hut consists of three walls of glass with all white furnishings inside and on our outside porch daybed. At least the bathroom and rain shower have opaque glass and we draw curtains for a bit of night time privacy. The infinity pool is pretty amazing, with lanterns, buddhas, and piped in zen music- all overlooking the cliffs and the Pacific. I dare you to have high blood pressure here. And you feel like you should talk in low tones. Of course, on the river trail, you pass the yoga hut in the woods before you arrive at the resting platform by the waterfalls. I feel like a little kid thinking, “Cool!” Dinner was also interesting. With only 12 rooms, they can’t offer a full menu so it is “Chef’s Choice” of several tasty courses, all at the discretion of the kitchen. It was actually really nice to not have to decide what you wanted but to let it unfold and just enjoy.
One night we ventured off property. Not an activity for the faint hearted. This involves a 4-wheel drive, a GPS and mental fortitude. We left well before dark for dinner at the highly-recommended restaurant, Exotica (I was concerned we were being sent to a Gentlemen's Club instead of a restaurant!) but after going 15k to a bumpy dirt road, we arrived at a tiny (think nine tables) thatched roof building. We were greeted by the owner, Lucy, a gregarious French-Canadian, who proceeded to serve us the most delightful and sophisticated caribbean-asian fare. I even broke down to have her homemade chocolate tart with a chili finish. It amazed us how such a wonderful place can exist and thrive on a hidden road in the middle of nowhere. Luckily, we made it back up the mountain in the dark and tucked away in our hut for the night.
Jeff & I have arrived at our final destination, Oxygen Jungle Villas, up in the hills outside the Pacific coast town of Uvita. After following a series of secret instructions (you only get them after making reservations) we arrived at our villa and were greeted by staff in black tees. They led us to a table with a small pellet in a bowl for each of us. Our greeter, Dallas (go figure?) informed us this was for freshening up and poured spring water over the pellet which quickly grew to unwrap and become a damp washcloth. Jeff noted that it was interesting to be greeted with a science project after a dusty drive. We were then led to our Balinese hut. Each unit is guarded by a Buddha (Namaste, Mr. Buddha!) The hut consists of three walls of glass with all white furnishings inside and on our outside porch daybed. At least the bathroom and rain shower have opaque glass and we draw curtains for a bit of night time privacy. The infinity pool is pretty amazing, with lanterns, buddhas, and piped in zen music- all overlooking the cliffs and the Pacific. I dare you to have high blood pressure here. And you feel like you should talk in low tones. Of course, on the river trail, you pass the yoga hut in the woods before you arrive at the resting platform by the waterfalls. I feel like a little kid thinking, “Cool!” Dinner was also interesting. With only 12 rooms, they can’t offer a full menu so it is “Chef’s Choice” of several tasty courses, all at the discretion of the kitchen. It was actually really nice to not have to decide what you wanted but to let it unfold and just enjoy.
One night we ventured off property. Not an activity for the faint hearted. This involves a 4-wheel drive, a GPS and mental fortitude. We left well before dark for dinner at the highly-recommended restaurant, Exotica (I was concerned we were being sent to a Gentlemen's Club instead of a restaurant!) but after going 15k to a bumpy dirt road, we arrived at a tiny (think nine tables) thatched roof building. We were greeted by the owner, Lucy, a gregarious French-Canadian, who proceeded to serve us the most delightful and sophisticated caribbean-asian fare. I even broke down to have her homemade chocolate tart with a chili finish. It amazed us how such a wonderful place can exist and thrive on a hidden road in the middle of nowhere. Luckily, we made it back up the mountain in the dark and tucked away in our hut for the night.
I think for today, we will imitate my friend the sloth and enjoy our view from the day bed. Namaste!
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