my hostess for much of the time. Beth, rules. love you Beth. And for anybody who wondered, yes, she is a certified yogi. she´s also a certified awesome person.
i saw Ben each weekend. first, at Envision fest - a $200 or so 4 day fest that maybe no local person paid a dime to get into. I hiked there with Beth, down 1 mountain and up another, then down. hitched. arrived. 2 minutes later, i have a job. i worked for about 7 hours, and got to experience sweet yoga and beach nudism and Beats Antique front row for free.
Ben and i also helped keep a couple girls from drowning during the first rip tide experience for me, and probably all of us. as the girl i assisted did her best to push me down and drown me, i wondered if she was cognizant of my unsheathed manhood slapping against her leg.
We leave the fest earlier than we needed to. I would have been happy to stick around for awhile, but i was more happy to tag along with Ben. we ended up sleeping out on a large roack adjacent a river that fed a sweet waterfall. cue more naked swimming. and more yoga. and more awesomeness, which tends to include hotching when ben and i are together.
back to work. first time mixing cement. who knew there was lye in cement. i do, now. after the lye ate through lots of my finger skin, and some wrist skin, and some of the areas around my ankles. and some of the wounds were so painful that there may still be cement in them. that is good for the system, i am sure.
after a 2nd 3 day work week, i exit the valley and get to San Isidro for a night, staying at beth´s city apartment with her and 1 of her kids. yoga with beth next morn. quick pack up, then i was off with ben, again.
we got to mt. chirripo. the plan was to start hiking early friday morning. ben put out the idea of hiking up that night. so, after some chow, we bec}gan an ascent at around 5 pm. 5 1/2 hrs and 11.5 KM later, exhausted and high from the new 10,000 ft altitude, we made camp. and we were cold. and we snuggled for warmth. miriam, you will just have to accept i am a serial snugger.
a couple hours later, we awoke. and we hiked. it seemed all too soon. for awhile, i kept pace. and then, i happily fell back and ben made a mad dash to catch the sunrise at the peak. he missed it by a bit, i by a long shot. and happily. my feet were getting more banged up than my hands or lethargic muscles.
summit, 3820 KM up. lots of food. a bottle of shitty costa rican wine. lounging in our undies. pics in the nude. an unsuccessful attempt at ben´s handrolled cigar. 1 yoga mat left above. and when we were ready, we began hiking down, in our undies and shoes.
we stopped for a refreshing dip in a cold river at 12,000 ft. then, for 2 KM we hiked naked. then more undie hiking. after lunch, it got a bit nipply, so we doned more clothes. and kept descending. and kept up the pounding on our respective feet.
ben´s turned out a-okay. i had 6 or 7 blisters. 2 huge one´s. 1 got infected. and kinda spread. this became as good a reason as any to hang with ben for a couple more night´s rather than exit costa rica immediately. plus, i could barely walk.
now, i can kinda walk. in pain, sure, but i´m moving at an okay pace. and i am in nicaragua. on a sweet island that has Che pics and political and revolutionary graffiti all around. my ferry here was named after Che. The hostles and food are rather cheap - much cheaper than CR. This area could easily be a future home.
It´s also a present home. So, i must sign off now to catch a bus to my new farm homestay. And maybe do some work. With my still fucked up and cement filled fingers. If the world were a bit different, i may not need to live this way. Viva la Paz Revolution.
i saw Ben each weekend. first, at Envision fest - a $200 or so 4 day fest that maybe no local person paid a dime to get into. I hiked there with Beth, down 1 mountain and up another, then down. hitched. arrived. 2 minutes later, i have a job. i worked for about 7 hours, and got to experience sweet yoga and beach nudism and Beats Antique front row for free.
Ben and i also helped keep a couple girls from drowning during the first rip tide experience for me, and probably all of us. as the girl i assisted did her best to push me down and drown me, i wondered if she was cognizant of my unsheathed manhood slapping against her leg.
We leave the fest earlier than we needed to. I would have been happy to stick around for awhile, but i was more happy to tag along with Ben. we ended up sleeping out on a large roack adjacent a river that fed a sweet waterfall. cue more naked swimming. and more yoga. and more awesomeness, which tends to include hotching when ben and i are together.
back to work. first time mixing cement. who knew there was lye in cement. i do, now. after the lye ate through lots of my finger skin, and some wrist skin, and some of the areas around my ankles. and some of the wounds were so painful that there may still be cement in them. that is good for the system, i am sure.
after a 2nd 3 day work week, i exit the valley and get to San Isidro for a night, staying at beth´s city apartment with her and 1 of her kids. yoga with beth next morn. quick pack up, then i was off with ben, again.
we got to mt. chirripo. the plan was to start hiking early friday morning. ben put out the idea of hiking up that night. so, after some chow, we bec}gan an ascent at around 5 pm. 5 1/2 hrs and 11.5 KM later, exhausted and high from the new 10,000 ft altitude, we made camp. and we were cold. and we snuggled for warmth. miriam, you will just have to accept i am a serial snugger.
a couple hours later, we awoke. and we hiked. it seemed all too soon. for awhile, i kept pace. and then, i happily fell back and ben made a mad dash to catch the sunrise at the peak. he missed it by a bit, i by a long shot. and happily. my feet were getting more banged up than my hands or lethargic muscles.
summit, 3820 KM up. lots of food. a bottle of shitty costa rican wine. lounging in our undies. pics in the nude. an unsuccessful attempt at ben´s handrolled cigar. 1 yoga mat left above. and when we were ready, we began hiking down, in our undies and shoes.
we stopped for a refreshing dip in a cold river at 12,000 ft. then, for 2 KM we hiked naked. then more undie hiking. after lunch, it got a bit nipply, so we doned more clothes. and kept descending. and kept up the pounding on our respective feet.
ben´s turned out a-okay. i had 6 or 7 blisters. 2 huge one´s. 1 got infected. and kinda spread. this became as good a reason as any to hang with ben for a couple more night´s rather than exit costa rica immediately. plus, i could barely walk.
now, i can kinda walk. in pain, sure, but i´m moving at an okay pace. and i am in nicaragua. on a sweet island that has Che pics and political and revolutionary graffiti all around. my ferry here was named after Che. The hostles and food are rather cheap - much cheaper than CR. This area could easily be a future home.
It´s also a present home. So, i must sign off now to catch a bus to my new farm homestay. And maybe do some work. With my still fucked up and cement filled fingers. If the world were a bit different, i may not need to live this way. Viva la Paz Revolution.
sounds awesome bro, remember if that foot keeps getting infected u can use raw onion slices as a poultice overnite to help draw it out, that or/and cabbage. Be well my friend, wish I was there............peace dan
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