The next day I actually got some internet and tried to resolve my illstreet issues for an hour and then got lunch at a Caribbean food restaurant. We went to the internet café in town after lunch to finish up illstreet stuff and the internet was AWFUL. I spent about 3 hours there!
For the rest of the day we just walked around hiking in the jungle and on the beach. Puerto Viejo is actually the home of the an awesome surf break called Salsa Bravo (Wild Sause). We went for a sunset swim in playa cochles, a few km hike away to get all the jungle dirt off of us and then stayed damp the rest of the night because the humidity is so high.
On the walk back, we went to a cabina place with a restaurant and tried a local liquor made from sugar cane. It’s called cacique and it is a guaro liquor. We walked the rest of the way back to change clothes and went to dinner down the street at Loco natural. There was two belgian girls playing music and supposedly one of them was famous in Belgum. I got a ginger/pineapple something or other drink and fish in a thai peanut cinnamon sauce to eat. Lauren had a guaro sour to drink and chicken in a tandoorin curry sauce. Both were awesome.
After dinner we walked through the darkened streets of puerto viejo, past a pretty alright place called johnny’s, then past some dude “slinging.” We couldn’t find anything that looked better than johnny’s so we went back there. We drank imperial ON the beach . . . literally. The patio table and chairs were on the sand, so close to the water that the waves were crashing at our feet. Lauren’s chair sunk in the sand and she fell over which made a little Tico kid laugh at her and then he tried to convince us to photograph his bait he was fishing with. There was a huge bonfire that was continuously fed by our awesome rasta waiter who clanked beer bottles to the beat of the music playing as he brought them to the patrons. We both had to pee so we ventured into the interior of the bar/dance floor; peed in a trippy bathroom then danced for a song or two. After that we needed a breather so we stepped back outside and sat at a table next to a tree laden with lit candles for ambient lighting – cool.
We made friends with a dude visiting from Mexico and then some other girl and a nicaraguan guy named Miguel. Miguel tried (being the key word) to chill and converse with the two of us. However, we couldn’t quite bridge the language barrier. We also did some tarot readings and lauren found out she’s the devil, go figure. We eventually walked back to our room and as lauren was blacked out again she lost the rest of the colones that she had on her. Hope whatever tico or tica found them used them at least.
YouTube some gibberish about costa-ree-ree-ca after playing a trick on lauren
