We were sandwiched between that mist coming up and the clouds that seemed to be lowering with every mile we pushed on. Continue reading Day 12 In Costa Rica – Old Man’s Snot, Castration, Coffee and Colonial Costa Rica.
…the clientele were a little different. By different I mean well-to-do American types with a little bit of coin and very low levels of involvement in managing and parenting their children. Continue reading Day Six In Costa Rica- The Sunset That Burnt Into My Mind Forever….and a Gordon Ramsay Reject.
The kitchen area was in a hell of a state with debris all over as if it had either been ransacked, or subject to a police drugs search. Continue reading Day 5 In Costa Rica: A burglary and a break in Santa Teresa, but it’s cant spoil paradise.
Itchy Feet and Titchy Feet 