During the last stages of the U.S. Presidential elections there was an ad in one of the expat newspapers: a photograph of Trump alongside ‘President Trump! Time to move to Costa Rica!’ followed by a photograph of Clinton with the same message.
Clearly, the estate agents were hoping that, whichever way it went, they would be the winners as either the offended or the deplorables flooded south in search of property to buy or rent in that earthly paradise, Costa Rica.
Long ago, in a small Norfolk market town, I passed a ladies’ outfitters which was having a sale.Pride of place was occupied by a salmon pink corset, designed to cover the body from neck to knee, stiffened with whalebone and held together by leather straps and steel buckles worthy of a straitjacket. Attached delicately to the (suppressed) bosom of same was the discreet notice:
Advertisements for Costa Rican property for sale remind me of that notice.
Everything is a wonderful – unrepeatable – offer: an opportunity not to be missed: act now or lose it!
Currently, in our small town, there is a house for sale. A two bedroom contemporary build, on a small lot.
For only 600,000 U.S. dollars.
It has lovely views – as long as you don’t look down, as on the large lot below one of the retired money launderers has built himself a massive spread which features galvanised sheeting on the grand scale.
Not a fan of galvanised sheeting?
Then there is another wonderful ‘opportunity’. It has a house on some sixteen acres of land, so no unaesthetic neighbour problem, but it has been down to teak for the last twenty years. The teak has been cut and sold, so the owner has made a mint, but as teak exhausts the land a future buyer faces years to bring the soil back to production…while the ‘house’ proves to be a lightly built shack adjoining the original workshop for the plantation.
Again, only 600,000 U.S. dollars.
Something a little more upmarket?
There are developments in the area….posh(ish) ones. These are large tracts of land bought by philanthropists who feel unable to keep the beauty of the property to themselves and so divide it up and, in the goodness of their hearts, offer these lots to others. At a price.
Not only will they sell you the lot, they will build you a house on it where you can live among like minded people neatly isolated from the local population. At a price.
We don’t have any tower blocks, but they are creeping out from the capital year by year.
It completely beats me why you would want to come to Costa Rica with all its astounding landscapes and live in a block of flats.
The views? They could be spectacular from the higher levels – until someone else builds another tower block alongside. Which they do. Frequently.
But there is one phenomenon which interests me particularly.
Over the last few months there has been a plethora of offers of property in and around a village on the Pacific Coast…a village beloved of surfers due to the length of its wave.
Houses, restaurants, small farms…you name it, you can buy it. At a price.
But why the sudden rush of ‘opportunity’?
It could, perhaps be linked to the release from prison of the gentleman who originally bought up the village, lock stock and barrel. One of the generation of men whose suitcases contained bundles of bank notes as opposed to their smalls.
In his long unavoidable absence squatters moved in on his various properties, aided by lawyers and local politicians: surf addicts bought, in turn, from these gentlemen….no one remembered the original owner except the villagers for whose children he had built a school….
But he did not forget his village.
Having served his time – you can guess the charges – he has returned and is intent on recovering what he regards as his.
So to a number of people it seems a good moment to unload properties become problematical onto unsuspecting newcomers. At a price.