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

Photos

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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

Pictures aqui

Jacopoko 2/18/08 7:45 PM

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Continued life in Costa Rica

18. February 2008 by admin.

It’s been a while since I’ve posted but here goes like 3-4 posts at once…

Why the lack of updates, well you know when its perfect every day you try not to spend hours on your blog. So since the 5th lets see whats happened? Ron Paul is continuing his campaign! Romney dropped dead… I mean out, that was wishful typing. McCain is still a fascist and Bush still looks like a monkey. My host brother is dating a huge girl according to dona Yenny, my friend Erin Celiac booked a flight to costa, and I met Tom Hank’s twin bald brother, see the Domincal post for pictures.

In the whole 3 weeks Ive been here I have heard not one word of Brittany Spears or Heath Ledger, it truely is paradise. Ive gone to the beach the last two weekends, met sweds, brits, nores, ticos, ticas, germans, nicos, peruvians, and way to many gringos. Most of the europeans speak better english then me, and none of the gringos can say more then grassyass and HOELA in “spanish”, i learned that guaro and café rica is muy rico, and dangerous.

Ok so to school i guess. Im meet nice people, all of who help me with my spanish, or try to understand my mexi-melt spanglish, and i help them with english a bit, mainly teaching them curse words, there are not that many bad words hear, life is to good to swear, or they just don’t want us to know when they talk behind our backs… either way never call a girl a fox in costa, just don’t.

The food is amazing, and cheap, you can eat for like 2 bucks and not be able to move, this includes a drink. The cheapest meal was 2 bucks for a whole plate of food, a cup of coffee, a juice, and a bottle of water, and this was for two people.

We broke a car! The exhaust sheared from the muffler. But it was a rental so we just coasted into the lot and said nothing, i had full coverage anyhow. Don’t know how i could have managed to do that, or how thats all i managed to do.

We found out that only McDonalds has real ketchup, tico salsa tomate is no substitute but mixed with mayo with lime its bearable. Coffee hear might be the single thing keeping to me alive, but tomorrow i start a swim class, im going to tear these ticos up ive got an average of 6 inches on all of them and im much slimmer.

thats all for the general update, as my mother reads this

Pura Vida

Garrett

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Super Tuesday

5. February 2008 by admin.

So tis super tuesday! But, it passed by here in Costa Rica like nothing at all. I kinda wanted to shout, “Hey don’t any of you care that America is choosing its candidates for president!” Oh, but they wouldn’t care, why because every year its the same bloody thing, two candidates that are pretty much the same thing, just one supports abortion and one supports school lead prayer. Its what you might call a roués. Oh hear choose between this turd sandwich and this giant douche.

Although this election cycle we do have a choice, but the powers that be say no, you get either a turd sammy or a douche. Thanks Rupert, thanks Bush, thanks Billary Clinton. So it’s pretty much another 4 years of decline and more centralized power. The problem isn’t that again we have to choose between the lesser of two evils but for once a candidate who had a vision of hope ran. Ron Paul may not have won but his message of Revolution isn’t going to end when one of the elitist few again take control of our highest office. It’s no longer time for talk, its time for action. Im not saying go out and vote, you had your chance today, and if you voted for the elite to run your life, may god help you. Im saying its time to hit the streets, burn some cop cars, throw some cocktails, and i don’t mean drinks.

Break out the black bandanas and gasoline, don’t riot in your community, but hit the downtown streets where the major corporations and ceos are, and burn some stuff down.

check out this video below and see what is in store for us in april

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PxKTTU_ZePE