A Friggin American / Lost in Costa Rica

.......San Juan Del Sur, a testament to roughshod planning is infested with Americans. The only place in Nicaragua where prices are in USD and local gringos complain about new developments that they have inadvertently caused. I stirred clear of their shops(second hand book for $17 anyone?) and restaurants and stayed with Martha. She is wonderful. And ate at comedors were the price of a meal costs less than a pint............
A Conversation
......Jo unsteadily asked for her shoe back. An American clad in a pink polo shirt and crowned with a mop of blonde surfer hair insisted on placing them back on her feet. Nick her boyfriend dismissed it as a drunken pass. Jo returned to Nick. The American Caleb came over and started a conversation revolving around Borat. Myself and Julian were present. It went a little like this.
Caleb : I know that Sasha Cohen is a Jewish faggott.
Jo : Is there anything wrong with being Jewish and gay?
Caleb : Look sweetheart, are you saying I`m an anti-semite faggot hater? I hate people who are anti anti semite. They disgust me. Its secular sweetheart. Do you guys understand secularism?
Blank looks.
Caleb : It`s satire darling, you understand satire? Irony? You guys gotta know what irony is? Jonathon Swift? Thats what Borat is.
Me: Nobody said you are an anti semite. Or a gay basher. You are taking it up wrong.
Caleb : Oh sorry I misunderstood. But nobody calls me an anti semite.
Nick : Whats your point?
Caleb : My FUCKING point is
Julian : Calm down man, its only banter.
Caleb : I´m sorry but nobody challenges me like this.......................................
And for the next hour we went around in circles. A testament to America.

COSTA RICA country #5 A journey.
Buses I thought would improve. They did. But the overcrowding did not. I thought because I purchased a ticket for Monteverde, I would be let off there. I was not. So after negotiating a return to the crossroads for Monteverde I found that no buses were going there. In pigeon Spanish I asked if there was a hotel near. There was not. Only in Monteverde. 35kms up a dirt road. I asked the local carpenter for help. A taxi would cost $50. OK I could handle that to get a bed. 40 minutes they said. 40 minutes later no taxi another phone call. 1 hour they said. The sun dipped reddening the ground. I talked football, women, politics. An hour later no taxi and it was dark. I phoned the hostel, $35 and one hour wait. Ok. Better. More half talking. An hour later no taxi, except for the original more expensive one. I let him go. Another phone call. No taxi. Then at 8.30(there for 4 hours so far) the taxi came. It took 2 hours to travel 35kms. Up and down dirt roads. Then the electricity failed and all went black.
In a great place.
After
Take care.