Back to San Jose

After a couple of weeks in San Juan del Sur, it was time to go back to Costa Rica. My last day of surfing went really well. After changing my stance from regular to goofy, I really progressed. I was regularly catching waves and standing up on the board. I realize that if I put my mind to it, I could be a good surfer. I'm still a long way from doing anything impressive though.

We left paradise to pick up another Banff character, Paul Snow in Liberia and headed down to San Jose. Man does Paul stand out down here. He's taller than me and has shaggy blond hair. If he doesn't get it cut soon, he will look like cousin It. He managed to break a stage that was set up in a parking lot by jumping on it his first night.

We went down to San Jose to see Shaun and Lauriana. It was a nice surprise that Warren was there as well making it a total of 6 cab drivers from Banff. We sure have a good time together. There are a lot of sharp tongues slinging insults and counter insults. Two of the guys are taller than me so we really stand out despite all the cracked out freaks in this town. The only other white people here are rich old Americans shopping for love. There are many beautiful prostitutes here and some pretty classy joints for them to hang out in. I bet a lot of them have the same story. They went for the guy with the gold chains and slick attitude, got treated like shit and just gave up. It's not like other countries around here where there is more desperation. Costa Rica is the land of opportunity and these girls could use their looks to get a decent job. I only sound like I know what I'm talking about but we did spend some time watching a bizarre scene rich old men and hot young women. It is one of those things that is so different from home.