Escape from the Vortex.

Thursday, February 19, 2009

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.

Sunday, February 15, 2009

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.

Sunday, January 25, 2009

ARMY ANTS!

This is what an attack of army ants looks like. They come in like this for about half an hour then they disappear. AMAZING!

Saturday, January 24, 2009

Pizza Painting during rainy season.

Don Klaus hated this painting... even though he said "Be Free! Paint what you like!"

It's Raining Again! REALLY!? Yes! (but not now)

This is footage from rainy season. I miss my motorcycle even if I have to ride it through this shit.

How to properly drink from a Coconut

Bart using his jungle skills.

Thursday, January 22, 2009

Wednesday, January 21, 2009

My long ass drive way

I rode my bike up my drive way to give you all a good idea of how far out in the jungle I live and how steep my drive way actually is. Ending the ride with a view of the Ocean from my yard. Enjoy! It's only a couple minutes of video.