Milk

So this is a funny story. A couple of weeks ago when returning on my bike from Nicoya. With fresh Burger King for Conrad, and myself. A young blonde woman was hitch hiking. I stopped and said get on. At that point I noticed she had 3 or 4 huge shopping bags that she used as luggage. Oh.... hmmmm.... maybe this is not such a good idea. But hey, it's only to Samara.... about 7km. So she loads up on the bike with all of her goods. About half way to Samara she tells me she is actually headed to Nosara which is about 34km. Hmmm? Well what the hell. I've got nothing else to do. And she's already loaded up on my bike. We go through the river. Then at about the half way point we stop to re-adjust ourselves. I get off and she is still on the bike. Kickstand down we start re-arranging her goods. Then all of sudden over goes the bike with her on it. She did a good job of getting her feet out of the way.

I then realize I've got an empty(except some highly desired whopperss) backpack that I am wearing on my chest. I tell her hey you wanna put some stuff in here? She gives me some groceries. As I get onto the bike an open milk container is bleeding heavily out of my backpack. And since it is on the front looks like I peed myself. Wouldn't be the first time. LOL. So eventually we make it to our destination. She gets off... I check the bag. And empty out her stuff. Oh no! Our Whoppers and fries soaked up all the excess milk. Oh well... who needs the fat content anyway? I DO!

So she snaps a picture of my soaked pants. I meet her 2 friends that are there to pick her up and say goodbye. Good Luck Gringa Chica!

So? What to do now? Go back to the states? Stay here and try and make something work?

So, as I said, the work here is slow. Really, really slow! I am kind of at another cross road. I think I found a good place to fly on the OSA pennisula. That said I don't much care for the town of Jimenez. But there is a runway in the middle of the town and it is a town of fishermen. It supposedly has some of the best fishing in the world. Anglers from all over the world show up there to fish for Marlin.

I am considering trying it for a month down there. But I will know for sure tonight after discussing with Guido.

If that doesn't work out I may head to Puerto Veijo and try and find some temporary work until I settle up some of my loose ends. Like selling the 2 motorcycles.

Possibly then I may return to the states(a little defeated of course) and get a REAL Job again. ARRRGH!

Money is running thin so I need to start making some instead of spending it all.

I should know more tomorrow and will update my blog accordingly.

Oh Fuck! Wow! Life is truly AMAZING! I never want to stop this exploring thing.

So, where did I leave off... hmmm...

Rockin J´s Puerto Viejo

Wow, this place is magical. I am staying in a tent hotel with young backpackers from all over the world. I feel like staying here a while. Maybe I will.

So... where to go from here?

So due to the recent unforeseen economic problems in the United States... GUESS WHAT? Tourism in Costa Rica is at a 10 year low. Who knew?

So not exactly the time to drop out and run away from every thing. Better a time to regroup and figure things out. So no more girlfriend. No more house. No more job. Hmmm. I´ve been here before.

So I decide to loop Costa Rica on my motorcycle. I left Samara some 72 hours ago. This is where I went. Road from Nicoya to Jaco(a popular Surf Town... EMPTY). Then to Uvita where the whales come to give birth. NO ONE! Just me and my bike. Hmmm? Are we really in trouble?

Next day to OSA Pennisula. I drive about 2 hours on a dirt road to no where. I thought about turning around twice but kept moving forward. I end up at a Gringo bar in Jimenez on the OSA Pennisula. I meet a guy named Tom. He is about to catch an airplane back to the states. Says he´s a film maker. We talk a little and he gives me the keys to a house he owns in the village. Curious, but I think I known Tom´s ways so I flow with it. It was indeed a free place to stay as long as I needed. But thing is it was empty. Just me a toilet and a shower.

Sometimes Camping is better because your aren´t inside. It´s okay to forego the luxuries where you are outside. BUT I AM INSIDE! This sucks! But really a nice place from a nice guy. but empty. No soul. Dead house.

So he told me before he left about this big party in the night. So I go. Just so happens 3 blocks from his house. Perfect. If only I could bring a girl there... but nothing. So I go to this big party. Meet a lot of GRINGOS! Some VERY VERY annoying... and that´s mild. Even worse then me drunk on a rant.

Anyhow, I first meet¨"THE GODFATHER". He slaps me on the neck three times and keeps talking with a fake GODFATHER accent. But he actually seems genuine. And as the night goes... he´s alright be me.

So I park myself in a hammock slightly drunk... but really into the music. Then ASS FACE comes along. By this I mean I have my eyes closed and this fucking jackass... puts his fat ass in the tragectory of my face in the hammock swinging into it. Which it does.

Then I danced. Crazily. Most of you all know this dance. So I end up convincing some dude to steal a microphone and sing. He does. AT LEAST IT ISNT ME...this time.

So then I meet a crazy little chic from Vermont. Reminded me of Saraha Silverman damn she made me smile. So we were hanging out at the Ghetto Grotto(a cheezy pathetic rendition of THE PB GROTTO) She strips down to her undies and jumps over my head into the pool. All I can see now is blurry black panties. We flirt and she keeps telling me come on in. I say NO....¨"I have only 2 changes of clothes." She evenutally gets out of the pool and strips naked in front of me to change into dry clothes. I am grining like a 2 year old. So then we decide to get some late night night Chinese food.

THERE IS NO CHINESE FOOD IN THIS JUNGLE!

So I go back in to ask where we can eat. No response.

THEN I run into ASS FACE!

I say hey ASS FACE!

He says WHAT???

I explain his ass.... my face... no acident. Then I remember the girl and me being escorted into differnet directions. LOL! Me out... her IN!

So I decided to leave in the morning. I am now halfway to Puerto Veijo. This is where the Rastas live. Thank GOD!

I froze my ass off on the road over the PASO REAL. Felt like Seattle in October.

But tomorrow is back packers and weed weed weed. I LOVE WEED!

MY BIKE RULES! I llove her on mountain roads passing 18 wheeler traffic. I LOVE THAT BIKE!

More tomorrow..... MAYBE!!!!

Hmmm m and I broke up.

She went back to Germany. That´s all I want to say about that right now.