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March 11, 2006 09:14 PM

Puerto Viejo

IMG_0405[1]PUERTO VIEJO, COSTA RICA - 'Necessity is the mother of invention'. Or motivation in our case. After the sights, sounds, and people we met in Nicaragua kept us in the country much longer than anticipated, Ryan and I sat down to do some math. Numbers crunched, we came to the desperate realization that in 17 days we would have to cover nearly as many kilometers as we had done in the previous two months combined. Seventeen days and I would be catching a plane from Panama City for a brief sojourn back to Canada for a medical school interview. Travelling a the speed required was clearly possible, yet having a deadline, let alone knowing where we are going or what we are doing every day when we wake up in the morning, wasn't something either of us had much familiarity with.

So it was that we left on the night boat from Ometepe four days ago. We bade farewell to all the good people we had been travelling with, and we started to move. Ten rocking hours through the night on a soaked and vomit smelling boat may have been too much to bear; were it not for some help. Always thinking, Lewis (who decided to join us for the ride) suggested we bring some drinks aboard, and with him, the drinks, and another travelling trio, the night passed fairly quickly away. We managed to sneak up to the first class deck to avoid the dead air/vomit ambiance below, distributed Gravol to those in need, and managed some sleep after we had exhausted our supply of beer and yarns (mostly of love lost).

Morning found us on the boarder town of San Carlos, eating one last breakfast with Lewis, when the time came to catch a final boat into Costa Rica. I had my fifth (clearly not my last) axle installed in the town of Los Chiles, while such mundane tasks as laundry were taken care of for the day ahead. Since then and until today, travelling became a routine which made the days quickly blend into one. Statistically, we covered 370 kilometers, 85, 125, and 165 sequentially over three days, but it seems of little importance now. Having essentially whizzed through the country, our asses are now sore, we are in possession of two liters of red wine, Puerto Viejo seems like good fun, and we have the vague notion of striking off to Bocas del Toro (mouths of the bull) in Panama tomorrow. Stay tuned.

Comments


Bullseye said:

So 17- 4 = ah.... so how many days until you're ponding beers on the shores of the speed river?

FT

March 13, 2006 03:58 PM
Brian said:

It makes something like ten now...though I may go home for a rest until the interview on the 1st. Either way I'll see you Guelph folks soon.

March 16, 2006 10:49 AM
Bullseye said:

Home for a rest is only limited to G.I.s and Spirit of the West songs. I'll expect you in Guelph on the 28th of March at 08:00 hours at wally's with a smile and a sombrero.

Peace, Order, and Good Governance.

FT

March 18, 2006 10:47 PM