More 6/17

We arrived at the other house in Tarcoles but it was about 20 minutes outside of town (Jaco). The house wasn't as spectacular as Playa Grande by any means. We were greeted by a couple dogs that apparently live at the house. They were soon renamed Flea and Tick as oyie pulled a few ticks off of the shepherds ears, and they stunk to high hell of rubbing in fish carcass on the beach. The house two doors down was the local pescaderia. There are no fish markets in the countryside, just houses of fisherman that have refrigerators for the freshly caught fish and they would throw scraps to the dogs. The advertised A/C for the house was only in 2 of the 3 bedrooms. The upstairs had a whole other studio house with kitchen and the existing kitchen didn't come with all the modern conveniences but did have a stove, fridge, and sink and groceries some groceries purchased for us in the fridge. We checked out the pool in the back that wasn't that impressive and we didn't spend too much time in it. I didn't do any swimming at all after this as my ears still had plenty of water in them. The beach was black sand (volcanic) but it was very rocky, the water looked pretty dirty but this was due in part to the fact that it rains (hard) everyday here and the run off turns the water brown.



We drove into Jaco and found that it was a pretty bustling tourist town right on the beach. It was pretty much a single road town with tons of cheesy shops and a couple nice ones. Plenty of restaurants. We found one to eat at that had a kind of patio. One drunk homeless looking local came up to the sidewalk and was yelling and would scream OOOOOWWWWWWWOO! and he kept saying it was his daughters birthday and that he wanted money to buy her something. We wouldn't oblige as the guy was an asshole. He kept trying and came furthur into the restaurant and kept hammering then pulled a knife out of his waist band getting oyie up and out of his seat seeing as he was right over his shoulder. At this point one of the waiters came up and was amicably talking to him and trying to get him out of the restaurant. I got a fork in my hand and was waiting for him to get a bit more aggressive as he wasn't all that threatening but the knife was a concern. The waiter got him to go and we ate but that kinda killed the mood. We headed back home and relaxed on the balcony outside and we all bathed in our bug spray and just chilled and drank beer (Bavaria dark) the best beer made in Costa Rica. Imperial and Pilsen aren't all that good. It's hard to find beer other than the nationals. Some places had Heineken, and Corona but not many. It rained pretty hard tonight and that hampered our evening so we adjourned to the living room (no a/c) and chose from the vast collection of american vhs movies as the tv wasn't hooked up to any kind of cable.





We watched twister. I must say it's enthralling. The whole plight of Helen Hunt and Bill Paxton launching Dorothy. I must say in Costa Rica in a hot ass house with nothing to do but listen to the rain its damn fine movie making. But only then. We all went to our rooms. Vic and I in one of the air conditioned rooms, with bunk beds I might add, Darren and Jaime in the other with the queen. We stayed up and read with the lights on so that we could kill every single one of the mosquitoes before we slept so it wouldn't be that bad the next day. We were successful in ending the lives of 3 and slept pretty decently, the ac gave me a pretty sore throat and congested head.