Hello all! I come to you from sunny Guanacaste, "Costa Rica", where it is currently sweltering hot and I am sitting in a an internet cafe that is not much cooler. It's wonderful to be back at Kaya Sol, but a little weird to be there alone. I'm used to getting out of the water after an evening surf and finding friends to eat dinner with, drink beers, and generally have a merry time. But here my only motivation is to surf. Surf and eat healthy. This morning I made my signature meal: rice, garlic, onion, and egg. Beautifully nutritious and low-cost. And I'm even getting decent at cooking rice.
The worst thing about the current Kaya Sol hostel situation is a guy named Rick. Actually his name is Chris, but in my mind his name is Rick and I swear he introduced his name as Rick when I met him last night for the first time (thyme). Last night I was sitting in bed trying to fall asleep as Rick sat in the next bad with his laptop perched on his disgusting belly, looking at "alternative nightlife" option for God knows where, and every 5 minutes or so letting out a loud, obnoxious fart. He didn't say anything after his farts, and I was too timid to say something. What would I say? "Rick, you are disgusting. That was absolutely awful". And of course he knows he's doing it. But old people don't really care about farting in front of other people. They're "comfortable with themselves".
So anyway it's hot as balls here and the waves are good. There's a considerably less amount of people here than in December, and thank God for that. The water is clear and today it was blowing offshore, though by about 930am it was howling offshore and the only guys really getting into waves were longboarders. Like Rick. Rick's board must be 14 feet long. He has a go pro. He sits WAY out on the outside and when a wave comes that for a shortboarder would be possible to catch 100 feet further in Rick is already on it. With his beer belly. Probably thinking about sitting in bed and farting. And offshore winds.
Before I go just let me explain to you the cost structure of this internet cafe. The first half hour costs 500 colones, or roughly a dollar, and then after that it's 200 colones for every 10 minutes. This is queer. I told the girl so. I said, "So wait, the first half hour is cheaper than the second half hour??? Why don't I just sit there for a half hour and then leave and come back again?" Luckily she laughed and didn't get exasperated or tell me I was cheap.
Did I mention it's hot outside?
The worst thing about the current Kaya Sol hostel situation is a guy named Rick. Actually his name is Chris, but in my mind his name is Rick and I swear he introduced his name as Rick when I met him last night for the first time (thyme). Last night I was sitting in bed trying to fall asleep as Rick sat in the next bad with his laptop perched on his disgusting belly, looking at "alternative nightlife" option for God knows where, and every 5 minutes or so letting out a loud, obnoxious fart. He didn't say anything after his farts, and I was too timid to say something. What would I say? "Rick, you are disgusting. That was absolutely awful". And of course he knows he's doing it. But old people don't really care about farting in front of other people. They're "comfortable with themselves".
So anyway it's hot as balls here and the waves are good. There's a considerably less amount of people here than in December, and thank God for that. The water is clear and today it was blowing offshore, though by about 930am it was howling offshore and the only guys really getting into waves were longboarders. Like Rick. Rick's board must be 14 feet long. He has a go pro. He sits WAY out on the outside and when a wave comes that for a shortboarder would be possible to catch 100 feet further in Rick is already on it. With his beer belly. Probably thinking about sitting in bed and farting. And offshore winds.
Before I go just let me explain to you the cost structure of this internet cafe. The first half hour costs 500 colones, or roughly a dollar, and then after that it's 200 colones for every 10 minutes. This is queer. I told the girl so. I said, "So wait, the first half hour is cheaper than the second half hour??? Why don't I just sit there for a half hour and then leave and come back again?" Luckily she laughed and didn't get exasperated or tell me I was cheap.
Did I mention it's hot outside?
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