in anticipation of where i'm going, i'll soon forget where i've been.  days fade to night, the sun chases after the moon in a swirl of blue.  my eyes now overstimulated with endless blue skyscapes, and an unfailing array of blue pigment forming ocean.  it's no surprise i struggle to grasp the day of the week.  just the same, all calendar dates have been long dismissed.  so to remember how it all unfolds, i've decided to journal about days, venues, and amusing souls along the way.  otherwise, recalling events will be based sheerly on imagination; something that quiet often eludes to a fantastical post.  so far, i did not dream this, only lived it.  hold on.

Saturday, August 30, 2008

samara, costa rica

after an impossible day pushed to the max with rain, 10 hours spent on increasingly uncomfortable bus after bus, and a troublesome border chalked full of hustlin' tico's (costa ricans)...i am writing from a musty hotel room i am sharing with two german kids.  
lena and daniel.  i think.

properly squatting in the peninsula de nicoya located on the northwestern pacific shore of costa rica, i am beat.
exhausted.
famished.
possibly even disgruntled.
i fault gustav, the tropical storm that has left me a damp backpacker for the last 12 hours.  and even the hustle and bustle of trying to navigate my way from nicaragua to costa rica.  so far, this was the most seedy border i have crossed.  most things went wrong today.  the market in san juan del sur, nicaragua was out of pitaya, my favorite breakfast refresco.  my backpack fell from the overhead stowaway compartment on the chicken bus and bashed me in the head.  and, i ended up stuck on a bus at night.  i was dumped off in the rain in the the middle of this ghost town, and wandered the streets for cheap sleep.  rarh!  a crazy day.  the only good thing i can surely report is that i'm in costa rica, and tomorrow the rain will subside.  if not, i'll sleep through it all.
buenos noches.
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