Rip Tides & Cock Blockers
Trip Start Jun 13, 2008
18Trip End Dec 2008
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Soon afterwards, the wild dogs, horses and babes start showing up on scene. I feel so alive in the moment. I go out for a swim in the calm and clear water. I start swimming back to the beach and notice I am not making forward progress, so I start to swim my ass off and quickly decide to chill and drift until I can swim parallel to the shoreline so I dont get sucked out of the bay into the open sea. I swim for about 30 minutes before I reached the edge of the beach again. I was pretty freakin tired and surprised by the strength of the current.
By high noon, Im fried, dried and ready to be layed aside for a couple hours of napping after a quick and refreshing cold shower
I wake up and head for the balcony for a quick smoke and get this travel blog thing updated.
Within minutes, their is a procession of elaborately decorated Oxen pulling carts with locals heading down the beach and then thru town, celebrating a catholic festival. Too cool.
I go out that night to Bella Latinas and chat with my new friends and have a couple of starter beers. Next, I'm off to Las Olas and the place is rockin' like a hurricane. Great reggae, reggaetone, hip hop/rap beats, hot chicks, pool tables, fusball and the usual wildness without the craziness. perfect vibe. I whoop ass at fusball, again even though they play with wimpy rules. I am still having a blast. I meet up with some latinas who are HOT as fire, but require $40.00 for their intimate services. I ask if they ever do Pro Bono work, cuz' I'm a broke ass nigga.
They respectfully decline, but would be willing to give me a 2 for 1 special. I love how these sluts negotiate and try to hustle every tourist out of some $$$$$$$$. But, they really are poor compared to the majority of Americans, Europeans and Canadians. Never the less, I play hard to get and broke
I sit around and shoot the shit for another 2 hours because it is raining in buckets. I begin to notice a pattern here. Most gringa touristas are trying to score with the Local ticos and the freakin guys don't charge the girls. Its like a scene from the movie 'Stella got her groove on' Come down here, get your freak on and go back home witout nobody knowing. So, I will only talk in spanish to them from now on. ....LOL.. Tu sabes?
Not surprisingly, it rains the next day. So, I sleep most of the day. I wake up and when I go out to have a smoke break on the balcony, I meet Monica and Megan from New York. Monica is teaching spanish classes in San Jose and Megan is her pet student. They came down for a few days on the beach. We share some coconut rum and good conversation before we go out for cervize at dinner. Its lightly broiled fish that is served in a marinade of oil, vinegar, garlic sauce and lemon juice. I loved it. The funny thing is I have always hated to eat fish. I have a breakthrough moment.
We go by the pulperia ( convenience store ) and buy a six pack of Imperial beers and knick knacks. We compart in some drinks, smokes and good conversation. I love talking with Monica. She is super sweet and intelligent. But, unexpectedly, I get cock blocked by Megan when the conversation began to sway from her. My luck sucks. I hate you C.B. ers. as much as I now hate the Swiss. People think they are cool, but they are condescending , 'greater than though art' fruit heads. Megan had complained that she could get no attention at dinner from Ticos and would like to be fucked in her pumps. I laughed it off and tell her good luck. I guess thats when she decided to block me from Monica. Whatever, I have to go find an ATM early in a town called Nicoya. Money before biatches