This won´t have any pictures. This won´t be pretty. By the time you read this, i´ll have been in Costa Rica for 6 days. I´ll have spent 6 hours on planes, 9 hours on buses, 1 hour on a surfboard. I´ll have drank an average of 7 beers a day, taken 4 shots of tequila, smoked 4 joints, self-administered 2 anti-nausea "tokacitas" and have met numerous characters/clowns/slut puppies/dogs/frogs/whores from around the world.

By the time you read this, Quepos, a fishing town with a population of 13000, where the curbside gutters are 2 feet deep, the local crackwhores have a combined 5 teeth to bite with, and mujeres carry sombrillas while hombres carry paraguas...will be flooded. I am to blame.

By the time they read this, i´ll have left quepos by bus to San Jose, headed north to La Fortuna, side tracked to Monteverde, then escaped across the border into Nicaragua.

By the time this is read, quepos with its drainage system unable to handle heavy rains and its sewage system unable to handle heavy solids will be looking for the man who caused this all. A man who through force of habit, put his TP into the toilet bowl, even though when you sit on the throne, the sign hung on the door facing you reads "do not throw your paper in the toilet, the system can´t handle it." Its my fault. I can´t even claim not to have read it. I flooded quepos. Pinche gringos.

By the time this is finished, i´ll have spent 6 days in Costa Rica. I´ll have spent 40000 colones, gone to a discoteca with one whore, one german and one frog, danced with 2 local girls, and learned the difference between a ketch, a schooner, and a sloop. I´ll have seen 3 lemurs, 2 sloths, 1 monkey fall from a tree and an iguana doing push ups for 3 cameras belonging to japanese turistas. I´ll have eaten 37 plantanas fritas, 6 empanadas, 7 camarones, 2 piñas, 1 PB&J sandwich, and drank 8 cups of costa rican coffee. Here it is awesome. I´ll have also played a guitar purchased in India for 3 hours and most importantly, gained confidence in my spanish.

Costa Rica is beautiful and the short amount of time i have to spend here i must measure out carefully. It is not nearly enough. Which quite gleefully means i must one day come back.

Manu Chao was playing over the stereo in the Hostel Pangea when i first walked in. 6 days later Led Zeppelin plays. Peace.