Our trip from San Jose to San Isidro only had one little glitch. A religious motor-mouth and self-ordained preacher boarded the bus then started TALKING VERY LOUDLY ABOUT HOW GREAT HIS LIFE WAS SINCE FOUND GOD! Granted, Costa Rica is a free speech country and the man had every right to babble on about the Lord's grace in his life, precious little orphans, cute puppies and Jesus saving the world. But come on folks; imagine having to be subjected to a 4-hour, non-stop sermon from a man barking at the top of his lungs while you are a captive on the bus. I’m not exaggerating. I swear the man only took a 30-second breather after an hour of babble. I remember sitting there savoring those few silent seconds while Bill was trying to drown out the pontification with his noise canceling headset.
Can you guess where the orator from hell, not heaven as he may have liked us to think, was sitting? At first I thought he was sitting right in back of us because he was so LOUD, but he was actually two rows back. It means there were only two other people on the bus who were more unlucky than us.
When we stopped at the mid-trip rest area, Bill wanted to tell him to "Shut the #$*& up.” But we were told by a fellow passenger in so many words, this is not done in polite Costa Rican company. I guess Ticos would rather put up with a self-righteous jerk than confront him. So we settled for moving to the back of the bus. I guess it was better than landing in a Costa Rican jail, but certainly not as satisfying.
And, yes, the man kept up his non-stop prattle for another two hours until the end of the bus ride. You got to give it to him for stamina.
That's the end of that Costa Rican snipet.
We’ve arrived at the casitas. They have grown beautifully lush since we landscaped last December. We’ve always been told things grow fast here and our little tropical garden is no exception.
Can you guess where the orator from hell, not heaven as he may have liked us to think, was sitting? At first I thought he was sitting right in back of us because he was so LOUD, but he was actually two rows back. It means there were only two other people on the bus who were more unlucky than us.
When we stopped at the mid-trip rest area, Bill wanted to tell him to "Shut the #$*& up.” But we were told by a fellow passenger in so many words, this is not done in polite Costa Rican company. I guess Ticos would rather put up with a self-righteous jerk than confront him. So we settled for moving to the back of the bus. I guess it was better than landing in a Costa Rican jail, but certainly not as satisfying.
And, yes, the man kept up his non-stop prattle for another two hours until the end of the bus ride. You got to give it to him for stamina.
That's the end of that Costa Rican snipet.
We’ve arrived at the casitas. They have grown beautifully lush since we landscaped last December. We’ve always been told things grow fast here and our little tropical garden is no exception.
The very first day in Dominical, we ate lunch beside a river filled with crocodiles while an iguana gluttonously eyeballed us, watched a lizard walk on water and saw fish with glowing eyes at the top of their heads. At the cabins the parrots flocked in nearby trees and fireflies put on a light show. The next day this little guy inspected my dishwashing job.
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