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Published: December 8th 2006
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Gary´s Place
Sorry I know this isnt a good picture, somewhere to the right you can bearly make out the tent, and in the background you can see the shower. So I get to Gary´s place and was surprised to see a tent in his yard and a small little house.
After the small talk Gary takes me inside the little house and tell me that it only has a bathroom and a kitchen. The sink and shower (which was just the head) are outside and so is his tent where he sleeps.
I couldnt help but ask then was the point of building a small house if everything was outside. His response was that he needed a place to store his surf boards. Hardcore.
After the intro it really started to rain and I thought great, I came here to get away from the caribbean rain. I could see Gary getting cabin fever and says to me at one point if it stops we should go and get dinner. I´m thinking to myself not on $8 thats supposed to last me for the next 4 days.
So the rain finally calms a bit but its still raining, and the road up to Gary´s is just like a river and its pitch dark outside. So Gary says lets go have dinner now, before the rain comes back
Evil Bike
This old bike Gary usually keeps it around for retards like me. Too bad the brakes dont work. really hard again. He says I´ll let you borrow my bike. The only words that came out of my mouth were, Bike!
For those of you who know me well, know that me on bikes, now that a fucken mission. I´m retarded when it comes to riding bikes, not used to them. So he gives me a bike and says lets go.
Now without giving it a second thought I hope on the bike. I start going down hill in the rain, in the dark, very quickly. I start to panic cuz normal people would test out the bike before they jump on. NOT ME!
So I realize that the sit is too high and I cant reach the pedals. I start to squeeze the brakes and then I panic cuz I´m going really fast and they dont work. So what do I do.......................My ass jumps off the bike and lets it keep going down hill almost hitting Gary and I tumbled off to the right.
Once at the bottom of the hill, Gary says, what happened? And my response was the seat was too high! So after he adjust the seat we ride down the road
Its just a scratch
So this was a few days later when I took this picture. It hurts a little and its still very tender. Its great for meeting other backpackers, everyone always wants to know what I did. to the restaurant in the pouring rain. All I could feel was stinging in my legs but I kept pedaling cuz it was dark and Gary had the head lamp and my slow ass had to try to keep up with him.
So we sit to eat and realized that my legs are drenched in blood and I´ve got a shit load of rocks stuck to my knees. I didnt fuss like usual I washed it off with the rain, bad idea, and waited till we got back to his place to clean me off.
Now I wasnt about to share a tent with an old man, so he let me sleep in his small house on yoga mats. Ofcourse the light sleeper that I am turned on may small lamp in the middle of the night to find a shit load of fire ants crawling on me. One of them bit me on my lip when I was trying to get them off my face. Not to mention the Howler monkeys outside the door that shit all night long on the roof of the place.
The next morning sometime at 5am, Gary gets up and wakes
5 am at the beach
Gary had this list and he knew when high tide was. On a regular day high tide was anywhere from 8-10am. I have no clue why he insistead on getting up that early. Maybe he wanted the beach to himself. me up and I´m tired and sleepy from killing ants all night. Because he didnt know me I wasnt allowed to stay in his house, so I had to go with him down to the beach to watch him surf at 5am. I couldnt even think, but I remember saying, were walking right? I´m sure it wouldve been cool if I actually surfed, but no.
Afterward sometime around noon we returned and I couldnt sleep anymore. Gary is the type of guy who like to keep himself busy and use up all 24 hours of the day. He´s also the type of person who belives if you break things, fucken fix it even if you have no clue how or the tools.
So I was to help him pick oranges in his yard to drink orange juice and help build a curtain around his shower. Yeah, it was an experience to take a shower outdoors with cars and people passing by. Ofcourse you had to shower with close on, but I´m sure it must of been funny for people to see a girl with her hand in down her shorts trying to scrub her ass.
So on
Gary off to find some waves
I really didn want to take a picture of him, so I waited till he walked away. How do you tell a 60 year old man I want to take his pic for my blog. Nah! the second day I was asked to leave. He sort of mentioned to me that I should probably stay in a hostel with people my age. I think it had to do with me fucking up the bike he lent me. We had got the brakes to work and then they got fucked up again and I couldnt fix it and I think he got really frustrated with how slow I was, or maybe that the bike was stolen when I left it out one day. Whatever it was I was kind of glad to get out and sleep elsewhere and not have to worry about the 5am wake ups.
So I had to take a bus to cobano and wait in line for 2 fucken hours to get some money from the only bank and stay at a hostel. I said farewell to Gary and thanked him for letting me stay and headed down the road to Santa Teresa.
*Both Mal Pais and Santa Teresa are at the southern tip of the Nicoya Peninsula. There´s a beach between them called Playa del Carmen known for surfing. Everyone who comes here is here with one purpose, to surf! Ofcourse there always the perk of costa rica that you can drink and smoke and public. Regardless beach or not Costa Rica can get really expensive if your traveling on a budget. You´ll spend anywhere from $15-20 a day, not cheap.
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