I returned to Hostel Bekuo this afternoon. The deal with the nights in exchange for work and a helping hand counted only for me. So I gave Jo my 20 Dollars emergency money and hit the road playing the streets of San José again.
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Mugged again…
Jo was late this morning and arrived short before 11 a.m. at the hostel. I had done his pack when he was sleeping at his (now not anymore) girlfriend’s couchsurfing place, whose owner was away a night.
Continue reading →Busker with a Cold
So I had just no motivation at all to rumble the street jungle. We parked ourselves on a bench and started working on the lyrics to Leyla, when adolescent grandson and grandfather came and adolescent grandson asked, which songs I’d play. I ended up with an…
Continue reading →a Road Day
I do not exactly know what has happened. Whether it being the sea breeze that roughened my character and added some street credibility, San José being a dream place for baskers, my choice of songs or whatever…
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Breakfast. A little chat with GianFranco, whom we met the first night here. He offered us to go to a concert here in San José this afternoon @ Placa Salamandra and maybe
Continue reading →Pura Vida!
Fight against authorities. It is the same song everywhere. You just have to get the feeling when the cops leave the streets, and then you’ll start. I learnt this lesson in Spain and revised it today. So after being sent away three times, I got the hint from the younger cop to return after 7 p.m. Ok?!?
Continue reading →on the Road again
I got up by time this morning to finish some stuff, basically technostuff. Jo and me went on the bus for Siquierres.
Couchsurfing did not produce a…
…it’s Time to Leave
Time to leave. Jean is expecting Fab and Nereyah on Friday, so he wants to polish the boat. Of course that there is not enough space for the three of us anymore. Time to leave.
Continue reading →Payday
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…
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!
