Sunset Jelly

Today I should be on the road, scrambling from bus to ferry, to bus after bus trying to get myself up to a little dicey town called Liberia in the north of costa rica. Unfortunately, A salad I decided to eat the night before had different plans. I found myself at the local party gathering called Day and Night feeling very woosy and uncollected. THere hadnt been enough alcohol consumed to be the cause of the feeling and before i knew it, i was on the verge of fainting. after gathering myself and making it out to the beach, the feeling overcame me again. each time fortunately i was able to find a place to sit and fight the feeling beofre the actual faint came. At this point, I decided it was about time to go home and sleep away whatever was eating at me. The night was spent tossing and turning with horrible stomache problems and just a stones throw from the full body eject button.

Come the morning, not much had changed. Everybody was telling me that i needed to drink a coke and i would feel better. Have you guys heard that before? a coke? for nausea? i was quick to shove that wisdom aside and hobble down to the bakery to tell them i couldnt work that day. Upon getting there, my boss martin, a cheeky belgian who i have become good friends with was annoyed about my request but forced a coke into my hands to help the nausea. what do you know? it worked... for about a half hour and then the misery set right back in. Coverage was found for me at work and i literally slept for the next 24 hours. Upon waking up however, i feel like a new man. i can stand up striaght, the feeling of puking is nowhere near me, and i have a stiff back and neck like you wouldnt believe. My final day in santa teresa is to be spent surfing, returning my board, and packing my things to be ready for the 6am bus tomorrow morning. ITs been fun, its been fast, and i made it out alive... or at least this far.

A lot of time has passed since my last post and im sure many interesting stories will be left out, but i do want to share of a recent love story. a bromance if you will. It was about two weeks ago when i stumbled into the hostel after my daily beating with the waves to notice a hand drum by the hammocks. It ended up belonging to a scruffy dreadlocked kid and i proposed the idea of jamming at sunset. I dried off and returned home to get my guitar so i could meet at the well known stump at playa carmen. The sun went down and we began to play. THis kid plays the hand drum unlike anything i have ever heard and we just went to town. Long strings of jams weaved into songs and back into more jams. before we knew it the night was late and we found ourselves kickin out more tunes in what we have dubbed the 'music room' which is really an empty room in the hostel that is going to be a bar. For the next week and a half, we had many a session as the sun would set, and in the musty, but overly reverberant music room. unfortunately he had to take off about a week ago, and i dont think i have yet recovered.

I gotta apologize once again about the short post, but this keyboard is driving me insane and my head isnt fully cleared from the food poisoning. There will be more on the veranda.