Pix of Tamarindo, the house:
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Jaco Beach

¿Qué mae, mae? Pura Vida.
I heard that a lot this past weekend. Jason, Number 7 (Scott), and I took a bus to Jaco Beach this weekend, (Pacific Coast of Costa Rica) and we had fun enjoying the beach by the day and sightseeing all the drugdealers and hookers at night. I didn't feel in danger though, partly because we were hanging out with our friend that we met on the bus that also happened to be a drug dealer. There are a lot of them in Jaco. Seriously, every corner, trying to sell yayo (cocaine) or marijuana. But we would politely decline the drugs and the sex offers and take our relaxing walk in the touristy town.

The first night we played no limit poker with blinds of 500 and 1,000 colones. ($0.50/$1.00) The players were bad for the most part, and if I hadn't played my last hand I would have left +$100, but instead left up $3. So it goes when you meet up against a set of 7s when you have top pair. Oh well. Es la vida.

Oh - back to the story about our drug dealer friend. So we're waiting by the bus ticket area in downtown San Jose, and some young looking guy in shades waves to us, probably because we looked like such white gringos - well, I thought he was our taxi driver from before so I wave back, then he comes over to chat, he's not our taxi driver but instead just some guy that's cool as hell and who wants to practice speaking english with us. Well, when Jason asked him what he does, he plainly said "I'm a drug dealer, I travel from Jaco to San Jose much." Well, okay. We didn't get hung up about it and just kept chatting about topics like religion, girls, and life in the USA compared to Costa Rica. Believe me when I tell you this guy was extremely cool, he helped us out when we got off the bus, recommended a hotel, took us to a couple others until we found one we liked, and on top of it all, bought us beers when I forgot my ID. Eduardo, you've only used the internet twice, but if you ever stumble upon this post, thanks for everything mae.

Some other funny occurences at Jaco - we were looking for a cheap dinner and a couple of white-blonde haired american-looking surfers were walking by, so I figure they have to know, lo and behold they point us to a cheap, delicious little "soda" that had big plates of rice, beans, grilled fish, plantains and vegetables for $3. If only it wasn't so damn humid in Jaco though, I remember at the dinner table feeling really woozy from sweating out all my fluids.

Oh before I forget, we also happened to meet a couple really nice American girls at the beach on our last day, and we're hanging out again this weekend if all goes according to plan.
So there you have it - my weekend at Jaco. If you have any questions, remember you can always e-mail me and I'd be glad to shoot a response back as soon as I can.