So the first, larger than life, character I met was Rocking J. I arrived at his hammok hostel on my first day in Puerto Viejo. I'd been there a few hours when J appeared from his lair. When he swaggered through the hammock area up to reception, I was in the nearest hammock to reception soaking in the circus. He greeted every young lady and was friendly with all the guests. He had a joint behind one ear and a grin like the "Cheshire Cat". He had a huge presence that carries even outside of his castle. He loves his hostel, his life, his party, and his ladies. At the time I met him, he was a single bachelor living in a fast lane that just showed up at his doorstep everyday. The more I got to know him the more I began to appreciate his drive, vision, uniqueness, and powers. J is what I call a manifest-or. In particular, he can manifest big material objects, beautiful women, and rock-stars with ease.
Story goes he smoked a joint on his beach one day and decided to make it his beach. He put what money he had as a down payment and returned to the states to work off the remainder he needed for his dream hostel. What stands today is spectacular structure and atmosphere unlike any other. He's a stack em deep and sell em cheap kind of business man. However, he provides a rock-star party at a backpacker's budget. He's got a crazy son, in some ways, like me. A mystic with supposedly magic powers that is a handful at times... and an even wilder younger brother ERIK, who ran the restaurant. More about him in the future. I started hanging in the hostel almost full time it was infectious. A wonderland for free thinking travelers of all ages and backgrounds. This place became my home away from reality.
I starting hanging out with J on an increasingly regular basis. I remember the awe in my eyes the first time I was invited to his house. This architectural master piece sits on the beach in the back of the hostel. There were angles everywhere and incredible artworks he had collected from all over the world. The wood work was artistic and detailed. There was an indoor grill stored inside of a jukebox shaped structure that seemed to grow out of the hard wood floors. His bathroom has a waterfall and retractable roof for showering under the stars. Hammocks were draped from various points here and there. A spiral stair case lead up to the ultimate playboy's secret weapon... a small bedroom which also had a retractable roof so the ladies could really see stars. The back porch, sitting on the second story opens to a full view of the beach and nightly bonfires. Many nights were spent with Daisy air rifles popping shots at tin cans, and once at our crazy friend Felix Lopez's ass for 20 bucks. Ahh fun times.
J is a child at heart, a Peter Pan, and the ultimate boyscout. He exemplifies the ways of the boy scouts. He told me a story about finding an old boyscout's bag full of belongs in South America from the 1930's. He went on an adventure with his son and nephew to Austria to successfully return the baq in the honor of his boy scout past.
Every night J has a bonfire at 10 pm. The reception area has guitars and bongos for the guests. This is where I started noticing the talent that was passing through his hostel daily, and eventually inspired me to build a recording studio with J. In more recent times, J has been constructing an ARK based on a vision he had of a huge wave. The ARK is constructed of 9 upside down shipping containers welded together and welded shut. The ARK houses an art museum, recording studio, convenient store, dorms, ice bar, workshop, storage, food area and temporary hospital. It's in the shape of a pyramid. A little trivia, if J ever asks you to guess a number, it's 3... ALWAYS 3! J is a great guy, powerful shaman and world class spacial artist. These days you can see him sporting around town in a lime green Land Rover blasting music and making people smile. He's really good at making people smile and showing them how to have fun.
