24. March 2008 by admin.

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So it begins…

Day 7.. no sleep for 3 days, totally stoked on many a waves and completely exhausted on the verge of complete mental collapse..

So it ends….

Let’s fill in the middle.

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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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

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Dominical trip

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