Liquid Stuff

I'm watching liquid stuff pour from that blue thing up there. It's coming down pretty fast and there's a bird outside our window that keeps singing. Earlier there was an Iguana named Taco that was staring at us while we were swimming today and I'm killing time before dinner as we decided not to go into town today.

This is probably my last post until I reach, hopefully freerer, a less schiester like place, hopefully tomorrow night... it's like yes stick me in the middle of nowhere and trap me here and make me pay foreverythinginexpensive slightly exaggerated ways. It's a prison of my own making but whatever. And i really hate hills right now and it's a workout of like 8-10 flights up just to make it back to our room everytime i want a meal or whatever... But anyway, we made it to Manuel Antonio... But we got stuck on different shuttles. I kept trying to think if it were worth it for $40 to be alone and have it take 5 hours to get here instead of 4...which it did. I'm still out on that one as it seemed to be my most cranky travel day yet, the dreaded motion ills aside of previous posts. I guess my patience is finally at an end? My calm and carefree travel demeanour. We did cleanse our pallet with a trip to the Butterfly farm which was small, and really... come on, a better giftshop is in order but I liked learning about them and their export business and then we saw some rodent creature, crocodiles, camins and some spider monkeys jumping around in a bamboo grove on the way back to the hotel.

It is beautiful on the mountain with pools and pretty good food. And we three do operate at a mellow ease of what we want to do and when to do it. This morning we walked down to the park entrance and saw 4 or so sloths, one with babe, and the more i watch them the more i think they are incredibly cool. Along with the howler monkeys who just stared at us lazily. And a sparkly large blue butterfly coming at us down the path. We made it to an alcove, bay... and could not resist going in. I with out a swimsuit waded into the warm tourquoise waters anyway but was remorseful after the sand would not leave me, exfoliant though it might be... the racoons were entertaining if not perilously assertive... and we trudged back and found a cool haven of a taxi to take us to this bar, restaurant that has an actual plane from the iran/contra affair sitting there. Thats as far as history extends into CostaRica. or at least on this side of paradise. Otherwise really it's all about the beaches and the jungle and nothing else.

Tomorrow night more (possibly) reflections on resort living and I will eventually when you, the 3 or 4 of you reading this, have lost complete interest I will blog about my travel companions. And upload more pictures.

Adios mi amigos.

Border Crossings (pum)

Godforsaken Island

Along with my ginger pills, with every ferry crossing I take some mysterious blue pills. And they knock me right out, so that when the ferry guy pokes me hard with his finger, I resent it and point upstairs to where the rest of the team is sitting... getting tan, frolicking, whatever, just not sea sick. And I close my blood shot eyes and go back to sleep, getting hit by seaspray and leaving myself open to robbers. The first time though I woke up and it took me a while to realize my bag was in a pool of seawater, I just hope that the spare socks and underwear and travel documents spared the more priceless items like my phone. The next time I learned my lesson, and put my bag on the bench, still waking up to curious stares from the locals, but I was dry...

We traveled to Ometepe. The land of two mountains. Except when we got there we found out the beach was under 6ft of water and a perpetual and violent windstorm didnt show signs of abating. And being trapped on an island even if it is in Nicaragua means they can charge unreasonable prices for some of the best grilled chicken Ive had, which was like $8. The fresh pineapple juice was also good. But basically that was my central activity. Eating. And 2 days was a blow to my budget...so I charged it. Sleeping in a hammock was my 2nd main activity... Meandering around watching Magpie Jays and seeing how drunk the two old guys were going to get was 3rd... Exploring boredom while other more silly people climbed a near 45 degree mountain face of Concepcion, was the basic theme. Their vigor was taken with a vengence as most of them are curiously ill and vomiting... we cant figure out what it was between them. But the poor souls are hobbling around the mountainous Monteverde now.

I cant say we were sad to leave the island, even though in its visceral moments it was awesomely, I dont know... atmospheric. Everything just whipped up and moving and in a loud frenzy, restless and consuming were the waves and everzthing in motion. We trudged ourselves out of bed around 6am on Sunday, van to the ferry, ferry to the taxis, to the van, where apparently we had the fastest border crossing ever from Nicaragua to Costa Rica, flipping up mud on our heels and legs and making it to the land of tourists and shopping centers. Theres something relaxing about civilazation as we know it, like you dont have to think about anything ever, but then its fairly boring also... something hesitant and inviting about shacks and ramshackled cement places, not so with uniform spanish tiling and gigantic shopping centers that met us near the border. They asked me if it was like american shopping centers.. i said, mostly like the ones near the southern beaches... but you know the a-c would be going stronger, and theyd have more to chose from then just azul for your pens, and cadberry for your chocolate, but itd have to do.