On the road again (yeah, like the song.) Today is payday in Costa Rica. This hint I got from Juan yesterday (yeah, like the song.). So I placed myself next to a crowd standing in line in front of a cash machine, played my songs and pretended not to…
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Basking
I played one hour. In between Reaggeton and Latino music, all with a lot of bass and very loud, I stood my ground. I made around 1000 Colones (around 2 Dollars). I have to get into shape again. Man, I really do…!
Continue reading →Turrialba – Puerto Limon
This was quick. I just kind of got comfortable with internet and everything, when it was announced that we were…
Continue reading →A Stroll In The Rainforest
Fab is the best guide you can wish for. In his weekend, he and his lovely pregnant girlfriend, the Chevrolet Jeep and us three idiots in the back, we visited an amazing waterfall. I went straight into the water, not even taking my clothes off. (They needed washing anyway.)
Afterwards we went to a pool hall and played a good game of pool. Some things you’ll never forget. Thanks to Vroni, NZ and her pool table in her livingroom.
This morning I paid a visit to former musical friends from Switzerland. Amazing how things grew mature and well. Wow, I am impressed, but miss my PRS guitar at the same time. In the evening, connected with a caramel candy, I lost an dental filling… I am falling apart.
Fab ist der beste Fremdenführer, den man sich vorstellen kann. Mit seiner im 5. Monat schwangeren Liebe, seinem Chevrolet Jeep und uns drei Deppen hinten drin fräsen wir über (meist) unwegsames Gelände an einen hammermässigen Wasserfall.
Ich bin dort wieder einmal richtiges Wasser schnuppern gegangen (gleich mit Hose und allem) und mich sozusagen einer “Grundreinigung” unterzogen.
Anschliessend in eine Billardhalle und kräftig Billard gespielt. Die Übung aus der Kantizeit und mit Vroni in Neuseeland geht nicht weg. Juhui.
Ich bin heute Morgen auf den Webseiten meiner ehemaligen musikalischen Umgebung herumgesurft. Wow, wie alles erwachsen wird. Unglaublich. Was es mir nicht viel leichter macht, nicht wieder in die e-Gitarrensaiten langen zu wollen. (Ja, ich vermisse meine PRS)
Am Abend, in Verbindung mit einem Carambar (Caramelstängeli 🙂 ist mir dann noch ein Teil einer Amalganfüllung rausgefallen… Ich falle auseinander!
The Volcano of Turrialba
ENGLISH VERSION
We drove for half an eternity on roads that convert a liter of cow milk to cheese within half an hour. The volcano is still active. After the butterfly museum?!?, we came back. Summary; Costa Rica is green and rainy.
essentially green and rainy
Wir sind heute unendlich lange gefahren und 3/4 davon auf Schweizerischen 5. Klass-Strassen. Ein Pack Milch wäre danach steiff geschüttelt gewesen. Wir sind den Vulkan Turrialba hochgefahren, anschliessend in ein kleines Schmetterlingsmuseum und danach wieder zurück.
Costa Rica zusammengefasst; grün und regnerisch. Ja, wie die Schweiz.
White Water Epicenter Turrialba
We climbed a bus early this morning and drove to the middle of Costa Rica, more or less for 3 Euros. My personal downside, apart from a…
Continue reading →UnDo Bus and a bunch of beers
After my daily knitted cord for my hammock, two videos for friends who are getting married, we went to “town” in search for a restaurant with free WiFi. (No, not this time, instead we chose PIZZA HUT.) According so a series of fortunate events, we ordered Pizzas (with the waitress’s dry remark:”You guys must be hungry.”)
Well, we weren’t anymore, after the pizza.
We met Tim. Who is Tim? That is a long story: …
Limon
Well, this is how it works. Changing money into a new currency (this time Colones, which is dangerously close to Cochones), finding a nice spot to eat dinner, doing some internet…
Continue reading →And again… Everything Gone
I woke up today with the smell of Crèpes in my nose and the noise of the engine in my ears. We motored through another day (and still didn’t run out of gas, LOL). It seemed to be a writer’s day.
Continue reading →Sailing again
Today is tomorrow, as promised. And still the situation has not changed a lot. No wind. Engine running, fuel burning. By dusk we are still 100 Miles away from Puerto Lemon. Well, we are not in life danger, but when the fuel is out, we are royally f****d, yes Sir!
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