Well I meet up with these three beautiful girls, one has a scowl (Carla’s sister), a friend and then there was the beautiful dark skinned girl with lovely braids, the face of an angel, and an ass that wasn't nearly as big through my beer goggles. HELLLLOOO Carla! Damn we had a good time that night, she danced to the reggae and me with no rhythm was lucky enough to blend into the big crowd because I have no idea how to dance and resemble a bobbing head doll when I try to dance. The comments about my dancing range from “Are you dying?” to the ever popular “just stand there”. So I basically just stood there on the dance floor that night bobbing my head a little bit and balancing my drink while watching Carla dance. We ended up taking the party outside and when conversation wasn't working the vibe was electric which kept us moving towards my condo. We took a temporary pit stop by the restaurant next door and she ordered some Ceviche. I wasn’t hungry and got an Imperial. The food came and she started pushing that Ceviche right down my throat, she interpreted it to be a natural aphrodisiac through the bartender. No problem I saw where the party was headed and was going to do my sporting best to make sure I fulfilled my end as the pleasure delivery boy. So eat up and our walk escalated from speed walk to running back to the condo with excitement in my loins for a quick roll of fun and frolic when I decided to ask shortly after climax, “Hey, You want to go to Puerto Viejo?” Between the sign language and the word “Puerto Viejo” she understood. She nodded her head yes so we went back to the All-Star Café where I met up with Doogie who was barely standing while sloshing his lips around a fruity red drink in a plastic cup. The plan was to meet Doogie at his house in a few hours at around 6am to catch a taxi for Puerto Viejo which was a good 3 hour drive away.
We than told Carla’s sister her plans and the three of us skirted off to the poor side of town in a heavy downpour to get a few items for Carla for the three day trip we were about to take. I have never really seen poor in my life outside of the homeless and Carla was one step above homeless.
Carla, her sister, a third girl that played babysitter that night and their three children all lived in a three room tin covered shelter with clay walls and a bathroom. In one room was the kitchen/living room with a table, chairs, stove, cockroaches, sink and a leaky roof; The other two rooms were very tiny with just a full size bed in each room where the girls would sleep with their children. I sobered up real quick on this one and would soon find out for work Carla worked in a seamstress shop making but a couple of dollars a day. It really broke my heart to see someone living in what would be called poverty in Southern California. Where was the father? I had to deal with Marcus not having a father and the one thing that I cannot understand in life is how a father can deny a child that he has been part of putting on this earth. Sure there are some mothers out there that are unruly and difficult to deal with but to avoid taking responsibility for a child in my judgment is un-excusable. Carla did have a beautiful young daughter of about 5 years old that any father should be proud to raise.
One good thing about the online gaming community is there are some people and organizations that do care. I was never aware of this but rumor had it Claude’s wife was very giving. I could only see the heart of stone which is only what we see in others sometimes and unfairly judge them. According to others: Claude was not as selfish as people painted him. Money to him was just a number. He just wanted to win. It was all about power. At Christmas he would bring a container from Miami full of toys and would have parties throughout December in all parts of San Jose for the poor kids. He would buy out McDonalds and have two parties every Saturday. He rented busses to pick up the kids and take them home. Once, one of the local charities had a container full of wheelchairs hung up in customs. Customs wanted $15,000 in taxes. When Claude heard about it he sent one of his assistants with a check. As a businessman he was brutal, but he did have a soft side. If nothing else I hope Carla Thomas’ daughter got to experience at least one of those Christmas parties.
Reality and the importance of life hits me hard when I see those less fortunate than myself and 6 am hits hard also so it’s off to meet up with Doogie only to get the bad news that the taxi driver has now decided he won’t drive us to Puerto Viejo for $100. So our only other option is to take that damn bus again, the same bus I took to Manuel Antonio. I hated those buses agonizing over dealing with the urine stench that Tom tarnished the interior of the bus during my only other experience with a bus. Oh, well it couldn’t get worse.
The bus trip to Puerto Viejo was tenfold worse. We boarded the bus after paying about $14 each for the round trip tickets to Puerto Viejo. We noticed immediately there was only one seat left and I was dead tired so I sat down, just kidding I have always tried to be a gentleman to the best of my ability which is limited and gave the seat to Carla. She was just as tired being up all night and dealing with my raging testosterone that was escalated by my upcoming birthday on the 17th. I used to get an adrenaline rush around birthday time, but been there done that so much it doesn’t even faze me anymore. Well, Doogie and I took the only other option and that was to stand in the aisle.
Doogie and I were beat from being up all night drinking and partying so the thought of a 4 hour trip through the mountains and then down to the Eastern Coast of Costa Rica was going to be a challenge. Finally after about an hour Doogie comes up with a capital idea. We can sit down in the aisle and it would be best if we sat back to back in the aisle while traveling out to Puerto Viejo. I never thought twice about it. Here I am in my early thirties, own my own businesses, making plenty of money and none of that matters because there is no airport in Puerto Viejo and the local planes do not fly to Limon, the main city on the Caribbean. Fact is I have to sit on the floor because I was ready to fall. This is Costa Rica and when in Costa Rica do as the Costa Ricans do is good enough for me. I sat there back to back with Doogie for about 2 hours. I would occasionally gaze up into Carla’s sleeping shut eyes and imagine them being open, because she did have beautiful chestnut brown eyes that seemed so relaxed and right now I wanted to relax with my human back support, Doogie and hard floor that would put calluses on my hind-pot if I decided to utilize this sort of travel on a regular basis. After about two hours we finally hit a stop where enough people got off that we could enjoy the remainder of the trip in luxury with padded seats of our own.
Puerto Viejo is a sleepy, sun baked town on the Caribbean Coast that's brutal to get to and has substantially less visitors than the Pacific Coast. It also has a lot more rain which deters tourists but nonetheless it’s a charming little coastal village. We checked into the hotel. Doogie got the single $8 a night cabin. I on the other hand got the best cabin there was to get at this simple little hotel. I got the cabin with two King sized beds and a bathroom for a whopping $22. Doogie was minus a bathroom and had to use the outdoor facilities in the middle of the compound where there were charming outdoor showers that were private with the exception of no roof. Personally I loved the place and at $22 a night I had plenty of money to spend on other things like giving it to Carla to take care of her daughter. Unfortunately you give a girl $300 and she goes and gets her hair done rather than get important things in life including food and clothes for her child but then again I have never been a woman and really do not understand how they think. I am just glad that there have been a few young ladies in my life that like me, because I love their bodies and Carla was no exception.
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