Semana Santa, Saints Week, was anything but holy. Well sometimes it was. The first 3 days off school Friday though monday were as tranquil as a empty beach at sunset, calm before the storm. I did a whole lot of nothing, trying to not leave the house. I had studied a lot the past couple of days, and was looking to kick back for a bit, waiting for the final word on wither or not Erin would be coming down. In the end i was flying solo. So Tuesday it begins.

Tuesday 7:05 am, yes it really does exist. I leave the house to take the bus to San Jose. Well public busses don’t take kindly to gringos with surf boards so Taxi it is. Super chill taxi driver takes me 30km to San Jose for 3000 colones or about 6 bucks, holy truck driver bat man thats cheap!

I get to the Bus terminal to grab a charter bus, which allows stowed luggage, at 8:00am to find out that the next bus doesn’t leave until 10:30, so I wait. I read the newspaper, drink coffee and wait some more.

Finally I leave, I’m in the front most seat and its about six inches too short for my legs and the guy in the seat next to me is about six inches to wide. 3 hours later I make to San Isidro General, to wait 3 more hours.

Get on the second 4:30 bus to Dominical and about 3/4 of the way there the bus in front of us swerves from hitting a little girl, it’s breaks go out, and it plummets off the road, ending upside-down and on fire, 35 hospitalized, 1 fatality.

Two french ag students on the crashed bus transfer to ours, and are heading to Antoches Hostel same as me.

When we finally make it to the hostel it’s getting late and my new found french friends are sore from the crash and still shaking, can’t say I blame them. We check into the hostel and make quick work of the bottle of guaro i have, and head to a bar to forget the accident.

Wednesday 7am, yup two days in a row.

After a night of partying/forgetting I grab my board and head to the beach, which should be less bright in the morning I’ve decided. 30 mins and 2 waves pass and I ride a 3rd in, Breakfast of gallo pinto made by yours truely feeds, me the french, the maids, the hostel owners and a canadian couple.

Nap time, sun bathing, coffee shop, sunset session, and horrible news!

Because of some horrible old catholic law you can’t buy booze from thursday until saturday night, me and the french head to the liquor store and buy 6 bottles to make us through the days of forced sobriety. I mean Mussolini’s italy was bad but they didn’t outlaw wine.

So come 8pm we’ve made fast work of a bottle of vodka, and 1/2 of a guaro, we head back to the liquor store buy two more vodka’s cause i need it

I skip the thursday dawn patrol, although i still woke up earlyish to make gallo pinto again. Spend the day with sunglasses on and a rum and gingerale in my hand. 4pm dawns the end of the day and i paddle out into huge surf. Getting back just in time for a dinner of fried rice with scallops made by the french. We of course keep on our race to kill our livers, now joined by a group of ticos and a brit named William.

The French pass out me and Will head off to the beach to scout for ladies, find a trollish woman and go to bed.

6:30am surf session, great waves… still a little buzzed id say.

This time i buy my breakfast, 2 bucks buys you coffee pinto and two eggs. I spend the majority of the day gathering supplies for dinner, drinking coffee, and discussing politics with anyone who will discuss them. The afternoon session is a little disapointing but my dinner of home fries and beans makes quite a splash with all the staff, and friends.

rum and cokes in coffee cups with Will after white russians, we find a party at a local disco and talk to some swiss girls, who deny us any notion of play, and Will teaches a crab to smoke fags. Breaks his coffee cup and we stagger back to our hostel and have to climb a fence to get home

Saturday Dawnpatrol involves me not making it past the breakers and ride some little white wash for like 30 mins and head back in.

Day progresses with me passing out on the beach for a few hours and turning bright red, going to the coffee shop and chilling for like 3 hour, and buying supplies for more potatoes. Its now legal to buy booze, im supper tired but make a go for it, passing out at about 11:30,

6:30am, no surf time to go home.

The first bus wont let me on with my board, go to breakfast.

the second bus won’t come till 1pm so we rent a van for 4 bucks a person and pass the 7am buss on our way to san isidro general, i make it home in time to take a nap and then eat dinner.

I’m still tired

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23. March 2008 by admin.

hey, im lazy but i have a lot to write about, look for dominical part 2, san carlos, my birthday, costa rican movie theaters, car searching, heredia, double pay bus day and more soon like tomorrow nightish… nap time

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San Carlos; My Birthday

26. February 2008 by admin.

Well this post is now a whole month late.

For some reason me and Rachel were taken to a business seminar in San Carlos. It was a good time, and free.

Tuesday at 5am, Coffee and redbull at burger king. Cause I Guess thats how I roll. We get in a 15 passenger van for the 4 hour trip to San Carlos ITCR. About 2 hours into the trip I’m ready for some sleep, so I sleep in the aisle of the van, on the floor. At a little after 9 we make it to campus, grab some breakfast, and walk to the dorm rooms, nicer then any I’ve ever seen at SDSU. We go to some seminars in the morning after a short nap, its my birthday so we head to Fortuna. In the shadow of an active volcano me and two of my class mates celebrate my birthday.

There are no reasonable bars in Fortuna so we drink vodka tonics out of plastic cups and finish 3 bottle of smirnoff in that many hours. We take the bus back, i nap, we go to a bar after dinner. I drink more. Around 11 when we can tell the day is coming to an end we stumble back to the dorms, i field some phone calls and break a florescent light earning the title crazy gringo.

Day two, we feed crocodiles, go to some hotsprings, attend more lectures, see lava and a lake and get ready to leave in the morning.

Thursday we leave early, and wish we could remember my birthday but oh well I have at least 10 more up my sleeve.

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Jaco, in short

18. February 2008 by admin.

We were planning a day trip to punteranus, we ended up on 5 hours of busses and landed in Jaco.

We met a brit named nick, and went to the monkey bar after drinking to fox news and animal planet at the hostel. So the a bar tender lived at the hostel so we go the hook up, and yeah, that went well.

We had some realish mexican food, and some bomb cerviche. the best coffee in the world is at finca rinca in jaco, the girl there gives out free samples, and we talk to her while gringo wasps get pissed off she’s not helping them, but their just looking anyways so why bother she says. We took the 315 bus back, and had pavo for dinner

Pura Vida

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