Tuesday 13 November 2007

San Jose to Jaco

We rented 2 vans, packed up the bikes, and started making our way to the coast. We stopped for a great lunch overlooking the valley, at a place with two little perros, and a David Hasslehof picture on the wall. In the van we munched on Doritos that we need at home - Fiery Habanero.
 
We stopped at the Tarcoles River to do some crocodillo hunting - Jon was the leader of the expedition and convinced us that walking right down to them was what we needed to do. I must admit that I was rather glad that by the time we got down there, they were in the river. We did find a small baby one, and some raw meat of some sort that they were gnawing on. Jon did an impressive attempt to lure them over by feigning that he was an injured animal (loco gringo?) but to no avail.
 
We got situated in the hotel, swam in the Pacifico, had a great dinner, and had a few beers. Jack Funk checked out the fish in the kitchen before we sat down, then had the proprietor riding his bike down the street to buy us beer and bring it back in his handlebar basket. We found a bar on the more local end of the spectrum that played good music, had the local concrete workers drinking beer and solving the world's problems, and a few ladies of the night available. The urinal was a rather crude trough.
 

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