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Tico Time
... of understanding/speaking to him- lovely boy. After lunch, which was noodles, I continued to chat with Andre for a long time and he joined us at the river and at the football pitch to play with us yay!
On another note, my walking boots are soaked as we keep walking through rivers!
The life in Costa Rica is so nice and relaxed, I love it! No-one is ever stressed or rushing around, its so calm and peaceful in such ...
Wannabe Surfer
... highlight from here was coming in from an evening surf to see hundreds of tiny baby turtles which had just hatched and heading into the sea, quite amazing.
And to draw phase one to an end I have wound back up at Mal Pais where it all started for my last 4 days of surfing. Really liked it here and wanted to chill out before "phase 2". There is actually a kiwi girl from whangamata staying at my hostel (Grace someone) who just competed in the ...
Blood, Sweat, and Gears: We Made It For Realsies
... top. We were all sad to see him go.
We also met three Israeli guys who introduced us to the Cool Session, a term they themselves coined. A proper Cool Session goes as follows: you get a surfboard and head down to the beach. This is usually done in a group. You find a nice spot on the sand and lay your surfboard down. Then you lie down next to it. Every so often, one of you gets a look of determination, grabs his board and schleps out to the sea. While he ...
Blood, Sweat, and Gears: We Made It: Part Dos
... on account of creepy men knocking on our door) about a guy who ate so much at a baseball game his stomach literally exploded. I now understand.
After the game, we made the unwise decision to get another bottle of rum, which made packing up and getting back on the saddle after a week off extra fun. After we bid farewell to Justin, we loaded up on Gatorade and Oreos and tried to ignore the pounding in our heads. Luckily it was only about thirty kilometres to San Juan del ...
Blood, Sweat, and Gears: We Made It! Part 1
... balloon animals and everything. It was great, the children loved him, and he made a little bit of money. Which he proceeded to blow on booze for an entire week. I crossed paths with the drunk clown on the street in the early afternoon one day. He was stumbling, making lewd comments, and shouting at locals. He was also armed with a rock and a fork. That was when a posse was formed and old Boozo was never seen or heard from again. Ok, that's not true, on our way to the city we passed ...


