I am wearing a map of costa rica on my skin.
sun sorched, insect nibbled, and sweat soaked.
Clean clothing is relative and the most valuable posession of mine is my compact bottle of febreeze...it gives the facade of fresh laundry.
We are staying at a 10 dollar a night hotel in downtown Quepos...there is a carnival in town and the fiesta lasts well into the night. Carnies coax you to their game tables, there is a woman selling rings to through on liquer bottles and a strange version of roullete played by placing your colones on a picutre of a gallo, vaco, ave, etc. There are also a few archaic rides that creak and groan and whip around with flashing lights.
The hotel is fantastic, it is run by a man wearing thin pointed glasses decorated with a design of the american flag. He gaurds the door as theft is nearly expected. Our room is small and clean and we have a pet, a 4 inch beetle that crawls along the walls. The twin beds are covered by childrens sheets and the fan drones continously...we are lucky enough to have a private bath and shower though hot water is reserved for richer tourists then ourselves.
We have spent over a week on the beaches of Costa Rica and I am constantly covered with a film of sand, I am water logged and happy. Today we went to the primary forest reserve park in Manuel Antonio, there I saw monkeys with old man faces that hopped among the trees and chattered above my head, and a sloth that waved his arms and stared at us from his perch. On the way to the beach we nearly walked into the path of a crocodile and we spotted a green snake mimicing the lush forest ground he traveled. I felt like an explorer but not a conqueror, I felt invasive and scientific and truly amazed.
Tomorrow we take the city bus back to San Jose and then on to the rainforest and the coffee valley and a million other beautiful places that are impossible to describe in word and image.
I hope all is well for my handful of internet friends, its time for me to go back to my rickety twin bed and nurse my sunburn.
love N
sun sorched, insect nibbled, and sweat soaked.
Clean clothing is relative and the most valuable posession of mine is my compact bottle of febreeze...it gives the facade of fresh laundry.
We are staying at a 10 dollar a night hotel in downtown Quepos...there is a carnival in town and the fiesta lasts well into the night. Carnies coax you to their game tables, there is a woman selling rings to through on liquer bottles and a strange version of roullete played by placing your colones on a picutre of a gallo, vaco, ave, etc. There are also a few archaic rides that creak and groan and whip around with flashing lights.
The hotel is fantastic, it is run by a man wearing thin pointed glasses decorated with a design of the american flag. He gaurds the door as theft is nearly expected. Our room is small and clean and we have a pet, a 4 inch beetle that crawls along the walls. The twin beds are covered by childrens sheets and the fan drones continously...we are lucky enough to have a private bath and shower though hot water is reserved for richer tourists then ourselves.
We have spent over a week on the beaches of Costa Rica and I am constantly covered with a film of sand, I am water logged and happy. Today we went to the primary forest reserve park in Manuel Antonio, there I saw monkeys with old man faces that hopped among the trees and chattered above my head, and a sloth that waved his arms and stared at us from his perch. On the way to the beach we nearly walked into the path of a crocodile and we spotted a green snake mimicing the lush forest ground he traveled. I felt like an explorer but not a conqueror, I felt invasive and scientific and truly amazed.
Tomorrow we take the city bus back to San Jose and then on to the rainforest and the coffee valley and a million other beautiful places that are impossible to describe in word and image.
I hope all is well for my handful of internet friends, its time for me to go back to my rickety twin bed and nurse my sunburn.
love N
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i agree with what you said in octagon's journal too... i feel like there's got to be a breaking point. people will only take so much destruction and abuse of power. it's only a matter of time before the masses riot.