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.