Life has handed me a multitude of opportunities within the last two months. After the best Halloween of my life, my studies and traveling have taken me hostage. My absence has been a effect of my traveling choke-hold, but I fully intend on sharing everything that I can muster from my occupied mind.
November 1st: A continuing habbit has formed as every morning I inturrupt my walk to school by picking up Miss Molly. Today was no exception until I found Molly in bed, purple, over-heated, and disoriented. Minutes spent trying to convince her that taking the test with dangerous fevers is not appropriate circumstances for anyone. Stubborn as she is, we made our way to class long enough for her to run from the room for a quick episode of siesures. I found Molly on the bathroom floor, white faced, and terrified. We rushed her to the hospital to find out that a vicious infection was blooming in her kidneys.
November 4th: School's out for a feild trip to Monteverde! We piled all the USAC crew into two small Turismo buses that struggled all the way up the windy roads to the cloud forests of Monteverde. Nestled into out beautifully unneeded rooms we went for a quick lunch followed by a hike through the Park Reserve. We hiked through the tropical rainforest. We found a overlook of the entire valley but the clouds were so intense that you could not see farther than a few feet in from you nose. The abyss was eery and extrodinary.
Later in the evening the tour buses unleashed us to the town for dinner and a good curbside wino party. There is nothing better than huddling, drinking wine, and singing in the street with you two best friends. The bottles bottom enticed us to some dancing in hopes of warming up. The bar welcomed us with a local battle of the bands and drunk Europeans. The disappointing dancing atmosphere proved to be perfect conditions for Spencer taking a home run in a game of Champ-Points.
Another great memory that will forever be imprinted in my giggle list occured when I bounded down the stairs of the bar in search of something more interesting than the latin screamo band and moshing germans. With each step taken, more heads lifted from a room full of Latino Bikes playing pool in a toxic cloud of smoke. There is nothing more awkward than bouncing down the stairs to an entire room of rough lonely men in a basement thinking you will find a better adventure than the first.
November 5th: Adventures awaited us early in the morning. We participated in Cost Ricans' longest Canopy Tour Zip Line. We descended through the jungle feet from trees and above soaring eagles. Not surprising, I had to make the story even better with my misfortunes. Deciding that jumping from a platform would assist my decent in a more rapid and adventurous fashion. Sadly, I could not have been more wrong. Instead of accelerating, my zip ended in a dead stop and an unfortunate pain. I lost control and hit a trilogy of trees. Pin-balling through the jungle with a possible broken leg was not on my Bucklist.
The drive home was filled with pain and stupid regret. Deciding that the fresh air was an appropriate solution for my bruised and swollen leg, I sat with my legs dangling from the bus window as we curved and swerved over mountain passes and ravines.
The night became more and more interesting. When I returned from Monteverde and the painful cloud forest experience, I was overtaken by a strange sickness. Dizziness stalked me like a lonely ex-boyfriend. Eyes closed, Eyes open - I was unable to muster the motivation nor balance to move. We intended to explore Heredia's nightlife before the dizziness snuck through my back door for a quick reunion. After crawling to the kitchen's phone to alert Molly of my undesirable status, I fell asleep with my make-up on, hair did, and sexy salsa dress - all because dizziness had pinned me to my bed and turned the walls into a carnival ride from hell.
November 8th: Add to the list of stupid decisions in Costa Rica - Nose Piercing. Don't ask me why I believed that a needle through my nose from a foreign third world country sounded like a great idea, but at the time I did. With the decent of adrenaline, my blinged nose and I made our way to the Vista for homework and soccer cheering. The boys kicked the ball around and kicked me in still swollen leg. I ran around like an idiot with the local drug dealers keys, glasses, and sweater on. I was dubbed the soccer-mom of the evening for all the neighborhood homies while they played. I felt that if I was going to take on the responsibility than I would take advantage and run around wearing all the attire dumped in my lap. Unfortunately, the collection of items created an ambiance similar to Hermione Granger.
November 11: The girls and I adventured to Tica Bus for our tickets to the upcoming road trip to Nicaragua. We made friends with Randall who will forever come into play with our later adventures. I absolutely love making new friends that I will forever remember and travel with in my future.
Molly and I took a ice cream break in Central Park where we ran into our Tico neighbor Walter. Walter spilled the beans of his life and entertained us for hours. Distracted from our studies, we hung out in the park watching the BMX kids get kicked out by the cops only to return minutes later hoping that the cops wouldn't be present upon their next attempt at ridiculous hoopla. Walter has presented enough quotes for his own personal "magic book." This evening was no acceptation. Walters greatest of the evening was asking Molly and I how Idahoans survive in the snow without freezing. Our response included a heater as our solution. Walter's response was, "What is a heater." Oh tropical rainforests..... The following included a conversation in which Walter gloated about how amazing his home city is by including the description of, "The water is so pretty, it's like the color of TURKEY!" What Walter intended to say was "turquoise." Oh Walter! How we will miss your ridiculous unfiltered lifestyle.
November 10: Today our class was informed how truly intriguing our professor is. Our professor has continuously built a hit list of people she would like to kill. The top of this list includes the construction workers that began their daily work everyday for a weeks time at the same time that our class was in session. The greatest part was the construction was in our room. Our professor also has a series of personal traits that chronically surprise our class. She is a die-hard fan of Horror Movies, Chocolate, Hit Lists, threatening disruptive loiterers in the hallways, and teaching us how to construct the perfect personal add. Not that I needed an add, I have to fight the men off with a stick. Apparently, redheads are a latinos' sign for "eternally available."
November 11: The crew and I ferried our way to Montezuma for the weekend. Upon the ferry we indulged in our weight in fruit. My boy, Spencer, made his way into the magic book once again. Following my list of consumed fruits of the day, Spencer stated, "Girl, you know that you're going to be $hi+!n& like a juicer!" Oh how Spencer knowledge haunts me. We drank wine from empty coconut shells while re-interpreting the classic Titanic seen on the nose of our Ferry. We found the greatest crap-hole hostel that included free locals to hang out with. Why are the most interesting locals the cocaine dealers?
November 12: Montezuma is famous for three things. The weed, the nudist beach, and the waterfall. We chose to indulge in the last. We hiked and climbed the mountain up to a 47 foot waterfall. I mustered the courage to jump twice followed by Molly. Molly's experience was a bit more unfortunate than my own. Her jump haunted her kidneys, back, and booty for weeks after. This was added to the list of obviously stupid things that we shouldn't have participated in - but did.
The rest of the evening was filled with dancing and relaxing. The girls and I participated in a over-priced dinner and the boys lucked out with Dawg, Dog, Dog night. Their bro night included the term of endearment "dawg," the local stray dog, and hot dogs over the beach bonfire. A great memory that I created in Montezuma presented itself while I was stupidly walking home by myself. Two men were approaching me with cat calls and possibly other intentions. My response - creatively false sign language cussing. I was in a poor mood and had no tolerance for a mugging. Apparently, God found humor in my spontaneous choice of defense because those hommies turned right around and walked away just as confused as I was as to where that come from.
November 13: Ferry and buses were a blessing. Both force you no motivation for exploring, but rather sleeping. Exhausted and bored, the girls and I used my telephoto lense for the good of entertainment. We were able to translate every text message or booger picking episode within a hundred feet of our lookout. An addition to Costa Rican Buddies was added this evening. We met a foreign exchange student from Veracruz, Mexico. Dani and I immediately fell in love with the kid. The three of us were "those kids" in the back of the bus. We spent forty minutes learning to say "I have a bean in my pants" in English, German, and Spanish. We laughed so hard the tears streamed down our sunburnt cheeks. To our misfortune, an impatient German sat across from us long enough to inform us that our forty minute German Bean session was not entirely accurate. Good news = laughter is a universal language that few can confuse.
November 18: The girls and I went to Liberia this weekend for a one nighter. We had an Ipod jam session in the back of the bus. We found a hostel that inhabited the silliest Guatamalan who we spoke in Spanish with the entire evening. Study Points!!! The next morning we were informed by the Hostel Owner that there are no buses from Liberia to the National Park of Ricon de Vieja. However, there are plenty of truck drivers that were willing to give us a lift. Yes, yes. We hitch-hiked with a Panamanian truck driver heading to Nicaragua. We were out of our minds and wanted to document the madness with a few pictures in the back of the cab. We estimated these photos at the approximate time that we passed the street where we should have taken. Since our ignorance proved blissful, we took the truck all the way to the Nicaraguan boarder. We had to take a bus back to Liberia for another attempt. A friendly Sweedish family to the Yellowstone of Costa Rica. We hiked over hanging bridges, witnessed boiling mudd pots of eternal sulfer stench, climed tree limbs, and paraded in the beautiful cascades. I might add that there is nothing more revealing of God's mighty power and wrath than a hole in the hearth that rummbles as the earths core heats the rocks that you are currently placed.
Thursday, December 29, 2011
Octubre 24 - 30
October 24: Molly and I adventured downtown Heredia for costume supplies. A few of us decided to return to Puerto Viejo for one last visit to the Carribean since the seasons will be changing soon. Molly is being called into the career feild as a mime and I decided upon breaking forth from my cacoon into a beautiful butterfly. Downtown we cruised through a few stores for Molly to buy shorts, striped t-shirt and matching leggings. I purchased fabric, house paint, and face paint.
The begining of my creation began. I cut, painted, and sewed my wings into the finest of my costume years. The wings were painted with the markings of a monarch butterfly, famous to my lovely Idaho. They joined together in the middle, to be held the shoulder of my t-shirt. The wings were tied discreetly to my wrists abling me full flexibility to dance - or better use of words - fly across the dance floor!
With the abundance of odors escaping the oil paint and the perminent markers, I limited my artistic insanity. No wonder all the classic artists created such interesting peices; all of them were probably higher than kites as they molded their art into finished pruducts.
October 25: Cuisine class brought Latin America styled pizza. I created a gigantic pizza overpopulated with hearts of palm, pinapple, ham, cheese, tomatoes, and other delicious goodies!
Natalie, Molly, and Claire so generously joined me in my continuous labor of my costume. We were thoroughly entertained for most of the evening by my amazing boy friend. He was able to share his rare and perfected party tricks via Skype for us ladies. There was eyebrow dancing, fairy dancing, video sharing, story telling and so much more. Thank you Keith for this fabulous talent show. Later, we decided upon a junk food run to the local Dos Pinos Supermercado.
October 26: Stoned out of my mind from the late night filled with permanent markers, I awoke for school. The excitement has chronically growing for this weekend. Every topic required for our practicing in class surrounded the topic of our costumes or weekend.
We had a fabulous evening playing soccer. A ton of Ticos showed up in hopes of out maneuvering the gringos' density. Unfortunately for them, the gringos only play with their egos, leaving the ticos bulldozed and broken by the end of the games.
We enjoyed out time on the field enough to introduce a second game. There were few players left for the second match, but those who were had a great time. We also introduced some drama and silliness into the game. I particularly enjoyed players falling to their knees followed by a cry of "?Porque?" echoing throughout the arena when a strategically kicked ball didn't find its way into the goal.
In the evening, Richard, Molly, and I watched "bridesmaids" and laughed until we were moments from peeing our pants.
October 26: The rain came with such intensity today that the rivers created in the sewers could no longer be contained. The rain came down and the floods came up. The water purged through the man-hole covers in the streets as if it was a cartoon sequence. We walked down the street, up to our ankles, in water. We made our way to San Jose for our tickets cold and wet, but in high hopes for what the weekend would bring!
Today's highlight was dance class. My uncoordinated was proved again to be fatal for the health of humanity. We were taught a new dance called the Cumbia which requires you to bob around like a bunny while keeping in time with your partners repetitive movements. I laughed myself silly when I couldn't keep rythm while I kicked everyone of my partners in the shins, multiple times.
Tonight we indulged in yet another movie night with "Limitless." The story was interesting, but the life of drug addicts makes me remarkably uncomfortable.
October 27: After class we left for the Caribe Bus Station. The rain poored as we left the city behind us. The trip was hot and sticky for its passengers. Upon arriving in Puerto Viejo, the taxis awaited. Rocking J's welcomes you with open arms by paying for your ride to their gates. We purchased our hammocks for the evening and prepared some dinner. After settling in to our weekend home, we headed to town for some dancing. We danced until we grew tired. Upon our leaving Mangos, we witnessed a robbery. A drunken man sat, swaying on a beached log, when another man reached into his pockets and simply took everything. The thief didn't even need to run, the man was so drunk that he was incapable of chasing after the saggy pants robber.
After our evening meander back to the Rocking J's Hostel, we participated in the lasting minutes of the bonfire. I quickly made friends with a tico named Luis. Luis was an employee at the hostel who I spoke for a few hours with, IN SPANISH!!! Past tense verb usage has changed my life. I have evolved from "Yesterday, I go to...." into "I went...."! Simple, but this is an extraordinary leap for Spanish beginners. Life Changing.
Proud of my Spanish conversation, I made my way back to my hammock. The hostel was filled with travelers. I crawled under the low hanging hammocks embracing Germans, Belgiums, Isrealies, Americans, even Canadians! Regardless of their ethnicity, I was not impressed by their blubbering and drunken grumbling as I intended to slumber.
My dreams didn't last long. They were interrupted by one of my dear friends opening his locker straight into my tranquil head while he searched for his sobriety. Later, I was awaken by another friend. Sober, but adventurous for an early morning journey to the beach to witness the 4am sunrise. Obligation sunk into my tired pores, thus thrusting my motivation to the sea. Thankful for the awakening, I watched as God's beautiful creations came to life as the illumination of the sun warmed the surrounding surfaces. What marvels await to the those who seek what encircles their repetitive lives.
October 28: Early morning nap followed my early morning wake up call with the sun. I sun screened my booty all the way to the bicycle shop where my friends and I rented some rasta mobiles for the day. We headed out for some snorkeling close to Manzanillo. We rode our bikes through the jungle, speaking Spanish and a little howler monkey too! We took a wrong turn on our last Manzanillo trail. Deciding to return to the miraculous dirt road, we came across a site to be seen!
A couple years ago, a man put all that he was worth into a resort at the end of the trail that we rode down. This man decided to build this resort (hush hush) within the premise of a national park. The government was not fond of his secrecy nor his construction, so they sewed him for all he was worth. Meanwhile, the government also decided to destroy the man's creation to further protect the environment. Within the week of demolition, the man died from a serious heart attack thought to be brought on by the depression of loosing everything. The ruins of the hotel lay in the jungle just beyond the beach awaiting the decision of the widow.
We played in the ruins for a while: breaking, smashing, and throwing things from the top floor. We also played a game similar to our childhood "house;" where were we pretended to make cocktails in the vacant swim up pool bar. We rode the concrete fountain dolphins, danced on the counters, and picked a few wild watermelon.
The sea was too rough for us to enjoy a day of snorkeling. A pity. I was unable to even work on my tan due to the density of the clouds. We decided to make our way back to the hostel for yet another nap. We needed all the sleep we could get, knowing that our evening was going to be a list topper! Molly, Natalie, and I ate mangos as we rode our bikes through the jungle trails. I nearly attended two accidents: one with Kelsey and the other with an oncoming car. Both almost-casualties were blamed on my all-too-juicy mango. Shame on my dirty mango!
Molly and I returned to work on our tan. We made our way to the unfinished park in the back of J's. We made a small sunbathing area out of the mosaic walkway, only to find J standing over us minutes later - in a morphsuit! Okay, for those who are unaware of what a "morphsuit" is; let me explain. Morphsuit: a one piece spandex suit that covers your entire body form toes, fingers, to face. You are the black figure with a new identity upon purchasing this fantastic investment!
J, in his morphsuit, invited us to sunbathe on top of the "ARC" after giving us a tour of the iced cabins, music studio, museum, and the room of mirrors. The arc is a structure that looks similar to cargo vessels that you would witness on a passing train. Only J has a few that are connected into a vessel that holds all these nifty places, but also could be used for a zombie apocalypse or the next flood. J has made sure that this vessel is ready for either by designing it to float and hold a multitude of crossbows in hidden chambers throughout the arc.
Might I just add, that I have no idea why I went into a unknown vessel with a man dressed in a black morphsuit.
We went out for dinner for another round of Americanized food at Flip Flop. The night had just begun. There were bicycle carts pouring tequila into pedestrians mouths, homeless men dressed up and acting out morbid scenes, and we made our way back to J's for our preparation. Molly and I decided that energy drinks are our source of stupidity. To keep up with all our friends who indulge in alcohol, I indulge into a MAX energy for a similar result but a far lesser hangover the next day. Our costumes turned out to be fantastic! I was proud of every one of our home-made trejas!
Their was a pre-game party at J's with fire dancing and a toxic jungle juice. I chose not to participate in either for the good of humanity. After, we bounced from one hot spot to the next for a comical dancing experience. Two dance floors closed their doors before we were ready to abandon our boogieing. We could no longer find another so we decided to return to our humble abode. One of my friends chose to dedicate his evening to capture a tempting cinna-bun that sat behind the closed bar. Pressing himself against walls, rolling on the floor, and crawling over bar stools; my friend never reached the illuminated cinna-bun. Hungry and struggling, I put my friend back to bed - or should I say "to tent." Throughout the night, I rounded up the crew and found their hammocks for them. I found the same friend on multiple occasions wandering the halls after I had already put him "to tent" before. Dancing, babysitting, costume making, were the perfect ingredient for the best Halloween.
October 29: Vengence was brought upon many this morning. The stereotypical symptoms of a hangover walked about the hostel. Sadly, there were more severe symptoms for my friend - finding nothing but an empty bike rack. Amnesia is an unfortunate symptom. Pulling our heads together, I finally recommended looking through pictures to find where and when the last time we knew the bike had been. Ending verdict shows us that the rasta-moble was last seen on the beach at 4am without a bike lock. Our imaginations didn't need to work much more after this.
Bus ride home = More sleep than I had the entire weekend. The end.
The begining of my creation began. I cut, painted, and sewed my wings into the finest of my costume years. The wings were painted with the markings of a monarch butterfly, famous to my lovely Idaho. They joined together in the middle, to be held the shoulder of my t-shirt. The wings were tied discreetly to my wrists abling me full flexibility to dance - or better use of words - fly across the dance floor!
With the abundance of odors escaping the oil paint and the perminent markers, I limited my artistic insanity. No wonder all the classic artists created such interesting peices; all of them were probably higher than kites as they molded their art into finished pruducts.
October 25: Cuisine class brought Latin America styled pizza. I created a gigantic pizza overpopulated with hearts of palm, pinapple, ham, cheese, tomatoes, and other delicious goodies!
Natalie, Molly, and Claire so generously joined me in my continuous labor of my costume. We were thoroughly entertained for most of the evening by my amazing boy friend. He was able to share his rare and perfected party tricks via Skype for us ladies. There was eyebrow dancing, fairy dancing, video sharing, story telling and so much more. Thank you Keith for this fabulous talent show. Later, we decided upon a junk food run to the local Dos Pinos Supermercado.
October 26: Stoned out of my mind from the late night filled with permanent markers, I awoke for school. The excitement has chronically growing for this weekend. Every topic required for our practicing in class surrounded the topic of our costumes or weekend.
We had a fabulous evening playing soccer. A ton of Ticos showed up in hopes of out maneuvering the gringos' density. Unfortunately for them, the gringos only play with their egos, leaving the ticos bulldozed and broken by the end of the games.
We enjoyed out time on the field enough to introduce a second game. There were few players left for the second match, but those who were had a great time. We also introduced some drama and silliness into the game. I particularly enjoyed players falling to their knees followed by a cry of "?Porque?" echoing throughout the arena when a strategically kicked ball didn't find its way into the goal.
In the evening, Richard, Molly, and I watched "bridesmaids" and laughed until we were moments from peeing our pants.
October 26: The rain came with such intensity today that the rivers created in the sewers could no longer be contained. The rain came down and the floods came up. The water purged through the man-hole covers in the streets as if it was a cartoon sequence. We walked down the street, up to our ankles, in water. We made our way to San Jose for our tickets cold and wet, but in high hopes for what the weekend would bring!
Today's highlight was dance class. My uncoordinated was proved again to be fatal for the health of humanity. We were taught a new dance called the Cumbia which requires you to bob around like a bunny while keeping in time with your partners repetitive movements. I laughed myself silly when I couldn't keep rythm while I kicked everyone of my partners in the shins, multiple times.
Tonight we indulged in yet another movie night with "Limitless." The story was interesting, but the life of drug addicts makes me remarkably uncomfortable.
October 27: After class we left for the Caribe Bus Station. The rain poored as we left the city behind us. The trip was hot and sticky for its passengers. Upon arriving in Puerto Viejo, the taxis awaited. Rocking J's welcomes you with open arms by paying for your ride to their gates. We purchased our hammocks for the evening and prepared some dinner. After settling in to our weekend home, we headed to town for some dancing. We danced until we grew tired. Upon our leaving Mangos, we witnessed a robbery. A drunken man sat, swaying on a beached log, when another man reached into his pockets and simply took everything. The thief didn't even need to run, the man was so drunk that he was incapable of chasing after the saggy pants robber.
After our evening meander back to the Rocking J's Hostel, we participated in the lasting minutes of the bonfire. I quickly made friends with a tico named Luis. Luis was an employee at the hostel who I spoke for a few hours with, IN SPANISH!!! Past tense verb usage has changed my life. I have evolved from "Yesterday, I go to...." into "I went...."! Simple, but this is an extraordinary leap for Spanish beginners. Life Changing.
Proud of my Spanish conversation, I made my way back to my hammock. The hostel was filled with travelers. I crawled under the low hanging hammocks embracing Germans, Belgiums, Isrealies, Americans, even Canadians! Regardless of their ethnicity, I was not impressed by their blubbering and drunken grumbling as I intended to slumber.
My dreams didn't last long. They were interrupted by one of my dear friends opening his locker straight into my tranquil head while he searched for his sobriety. Later, I was awaken by another friend. Sober, but adventurous for an early morning journey to the beach to witness the 4am sunrise. Obligation sunk into my tired pores, thus thrusting my motivation to the sea. Thankful for the awakening, I watched as God's beautiful creations came to life as the illumination of the sun warmed the surrounding surfaces. What marvels await to the those who seek what encircles their repetitive lives.
October 28: Early morning nap followed my early morning wake up call with the sun. I sun screened my booty all the way to the bicycle shop where my friends and I rented some rasta mobiles for the day. We headed out for some snorkeling close to Manzanillo. We rode our bikes through the jungle, speaking Spanish and a little howler monkey too! We took a wrong turn on our last Manzanillo trail. Deciding to return to the miraculous dirt road, we came across a site to be seen!
A couple years ago, a man put all that he was worth into a resort at the end of the trail that we rode down. This man decided to build this resort (hush hush) within the premise of a national park. The government was not fond of his secrecy nor his construction, so they sewed him for all he was worth. Meanwhile, the government also decided to destroy the man's creation to further protect the environment. Within the week of demolition, the man died from a serious heart attack thought to be brought on by the depression of loosing everything. The ruins of the hotel lay in the jungle just beyond the beach awaiting the decision of the widow.
We played in the ruins for a while: breaking, smashing, and throwing things from the top floor. We also played a game similar to our childhood "house;" where were we pretended to make cocktails in the vacant swim up pool bar. We rode the concrete fountain dolphins, danced on the counters, and picked a few wild watermelon.
The sea was too rough for us to enjoy a day of snorkeling. A pity. I was unable to even work on my tan due to the density of the clouds. We decided to make our way back to the hostel for yet another nap. We needed all the sleep we could get, knowing that our evening was going to be a list topper! Molly, Natalie, and I ate mangos as we rode our bikes through the jungle trails. I nearly attended two accidents: one with Kelsey and the other with an oncoming car. Both almost-casualties were blamed on my all-too-juicy mango. Shame on my dirty mango!
Molly and I returned to work on our tan. We made our way to the unfinished park in the back of J's. We made a small sunbathing area out of the mosaic walkway, only to find J standing over us minutes later - in a morphsuit! Okay, for those who are unaware of what a "morphsuit" is; let me explain. Morphsuit: a one piece spandex suit that covers your entire body form toes, fingers, to face. You are the black figure with a new identity upon purchasing this fantastic investment!
J, in his morphsuit, invited us to sunbathe on top of the "ARC" after giving us a tour of the iced cabins, music studio, museum, and the room of mirrors. The arc is a structure that looks similar to cargo vessels that you would witness on a passing train. Only J has a few that are connected into a vessel that holds all these nifty places, but also could be used for a zombie apocalypse or the next flood. J has made sure that this vessel is ready for either by designing it to float and hold a multitude of crossbows in hidden chambers throughout the arc.
Might I just add, that I have no idea why I went into a unknown vessel with a man dressed in a black morphsuit.
We went out for dinner for another round of Americanized food at Flip Flop. The night had just begun. There were bicycle carts pouring tequila into pedestrians mouths, homeless men dressed up and acting out morbid scenes, and we made our way back to J's for our preparation. Molly and I decided that energy drinks are our source of stupidity. To keep up with all our friends who indulge in alcohol, I indulge into a MAX energy for a similar result but a far lesser hangover the next day. Our costumes turned out to be fantastic! I was proud of every one of our home-made trejas!
Their was a pre-game party at J's with fire dancing and a toxic jungle juice. I chose not to participate in either for the good of humanity. After, we bounced from one hot spot to the next for a comical dancing experience. Two dance floors closed their doors before we were ready to abandon our boogieing. We could no longer find another so we decided to return to our humble abode. One of my friends chose to dedicate his evening to capture a tempting cinna-bun that sat behind the closed bar. Pressing himself against walls, rolling on the floor, and crawling over bar stools; my friend never reached the illuminated cinna-bun. Hungry and struggling, I put my friend back to bed - or should I say "to tent." Throughout the night, I rounded up the crew and found their hammocks for them. I found the same friend on multiple occasions wandering the halls after I had already put him "to tent" before. Dancing, babysitting, costume making, were the perfect ingredient for the best Halloween.
October 29: Vengence was brought upon many this morning. The stereotypical symptoms of a hangover walked about the hostel. Sadly, there were more severe symptoms for my friend - finding nothing but an empty bike rack. Amnesia is an unfortunate symptom. Pulling our heads together, I finally recommended looking through pictures to find where and when the last time we knew the bike had been. Ending verdict shows us that the rasta-moble was last seen on the beach at 4am without a bike lock. Our imaginations didn't need to work much more after this.
Bus ride home = More sleep than I had the entire weekend. The end.
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