Domincal What a trip

18. February 2008 by admin.

Well…

Yeah i went to dominical, it was all i wanted it to be. Great waves, great food, great drinks, lots of fun, two concerts, tons of chill people, some christ imitations and underware swimming at 3ish in the morning.

So it started with leaving a rental car lot at like 3 pm because the power was out, my credit card didnt want to go through for the the 1500 mandatory deposit, and i wasnt 25, and we had a hard time getting our passports out of the school lock up.

So we leave, into the middle of san jose at rush hour on a friday, sounds fun already. We of course get lost, because the landmark of a gas station to turn out is now a high rise building and has been for like 30 years, nice map. So we get to cartago around 4 to pack the board into the car, of course the back seat is fixed so i cant get my long board in, and i cant rack it because were planning to hit the expo in san isidro on the way down. So 150 km later and 2 hours behind a lumber truck who refused to let anyone pass, we make it to san isidro general, and think the expo is closed so we grab dinner and have some drinks. The road to dominical is dark and full of tight curves and 1000 foot cliffs so i made mine doubles.

We pay our inflated check, gringo tax, and scream off into the dark in the only automatic in all of the country! So, we get to Domincal 10 mins before the hotel closes but grab a beach front cabana with two queens, air conditioning, and a hot shower for 30 bucks a night, perfect, so its friday night, disco night and i feel its time to hit the bar. Soo we do with every intention of being able to get up for a dawn sesh.

Well first things first we met a marine with a friend who looked exactly like tom hanks, he introduced us to the injured sloth, guaro and café rica and…

so im on the beach, i have no idea where my shirt is, we’ve started a fire, a swed has my hat, and me and tom hanks have finished a bottle of rum between us. I could tell that i wasnt surfing in the morning. In between making that realization and the bar, i had met a girl from the 805 going to spanish school with alot of texans, all who were med students and very pompus for that fact. The marine barrowed some cash to get horrible drunk and passed out on the dance floor, and me and Tom tore down a palm tree to make a fire.

Day-2

KNOCK..

hey its 12:30 you need to check out or pay.

what 12:30 then why can’t i walk straight yet?

so we pay the man for another night, the beach is crowded and the surf is lame, so we hope in the rental car and drive south. We go to places where they don’t have electricity and gringos don’t visit, the car gets great gas millage and we just drive almost to panama. We go to one town where we get water, that had obviously not seen gringos, or not on a regular basis. The town has spralling grand roads, and traffic circles and very nice 50 style homes, but the roads are dirt and you can tell not finished, the soccer stadium is in disrepair and the town seems like it was supposed to be a great settlement but the planner forgot about it or the gringos decided against osa and went to jaco… who knows but it was neat.

That night we go to san isidro, we have gotten directions to this expo, which is supposed to be a party of the year, it isnt. Picture county fair, in spanish, with bullfighting and the drinking rules of vegas, now picture the legal age is like 14. Thats what it was superblok displays, brazilian tractors, crappy chinese food, and beer, beer beer, every one especially the pregnant teens were drinking beer.

So after about 2 hours, and running into a creepy 50 year old form the mission distract we peaced out. That night we read, had a few and passed out.

Day 3

Beach day!

We got up early hit the beach, got a bomb breakfast and hit the waves the sand and every thing with a vengeance. it was good times.

we ran down to the bigger town of uvita to hit an atm before dinner and to stop at a beach to toast the sunset.

We returned in time for a shower and dinner at a thai resteraunt and went to the TropiCow girls show for about 5 mins when we decided we hadn’t as the singer suggested armed our selves with alcohol to the point where of bearing this tripe. So to the liquor store, and a quick couple cups of injured sloth later we are ready to TropiCow girl it up so we do. I run into the girl from Santa Barbera, and meet some bostonian or something named lara like lara croft, though not half as attractive, and we hit the next concert down.

This one is much better, its like a dj and a guitar and its trippy and danceable to and good. Lara buys me 3 rum and cokes for paying her admission and we dance and make drunken messes of the place till 3 am, we then pick our selves up, and make the trip to the hotel. So about half way to the hotel we see its a photo-lesent tide, and we say what a better time to underware swim, drunk at 3:30 with no moon. So we do and the current takes us 200 yrds down the beach, towards the center of town, 3 gringos, dripping wet drunk walking the unlit streets of domincal i bet this is a common sight.

9am came too early but we had to drive to san jose drop off the car and make or peace with the world.

so after a couple of dumb menuvers including opening the car door at 60 kmp to see what was rattling under the car and almost going head on with a bus we made it to san jose, the cars exhaust was snapped off, but full coverage right!

pura vida Garrett

pictures here.

Dominical trip

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