The first night in Puerto Viejo I fell in love with the place. While walking along the dirt roads of Puerto Viejo, I ask Doogie where we can get some natural Costa Rican whacky weed. Doogie speaks fluent Spanish so he asks a few locals and also does a great interpretation job for Carla and me. If there ever was a decent male/male/female threesome it was Carla, Doogie and I. I loved it! Doogie would speak with Carla. I got to have sex with her. Well one man on the street says he will trade us two joints for a pack of cigarettes. No problem I was in the first store forking over 400 colones to the clerk for the pack of cigarettes for trade. In Costa Rica there are no excessive sin taxes on cigarettes so one can buy them for a reasonable amount unlike the inflated prices paid in the United States and Canada.
Well off to dinner we go with our whacky tobacco which is perfectly acceptable in Costa Rica. We would end up puffing up right there in the outdoor restaurant after dinner. For dinner we had the most delicious seafood. I recall having a lot of white fish with Halibut, Swordfish, and Orange Roughy between Carla, Doogie and I. The three entrees were all so delicious we just kind of picked and sampled from all three plates. Each one tasted just as good as the first too. I could certainly live in a place like Puerto Viejo with such inexpensive delicious drinks, food and lodging. After dinner the three of us sat around the table that was made from a tree stump in the moist night air and sparked up the joint. We also got into some after dinner liqueur and coffee on the shores of the Caribbean which you could hear the soft crashing of the waves in the dark. I am not a coffee drinker and Costa Rica has some of the world’s finest coffee so mix it with a little Café Rica and you got yourself an absolutely delicious after dinner drink. For that matter I had some Café Rica over ice. Hate to sound like a commercial but I guess it’s my profession, Café Rica comes in two yummy flavors, coffee and cream liqueur. We sat around the stump for a few hours under the stars on a clear Caribbean night with Carla leaning back into my chest just soaking up the serenity of Puerto Viejo thinking how could so many people be so blind (with racism) when it came to the Caribbean Coastline. People are people, there are rich people and there are poor people and there are so many different people of different cultures but in Costa Rica there really are no differences between people from the Caribbean Coast and the Pacific Coast just the tourists that perceive them as different.
Back to the cabin we went where Doogie seemed to be out there in a world of his own or I just thought I was super discreet as I hung out on the hammock and occasionally played with Carla while Doogie wasn’t looking. Doogie was doing a great job though interpreting my words of romance to Carla. It might have been awkward in a normal situation but this was Costa Rica and we had been drinking, smoking and were relieved to be off that horrible bus ride to enjoy such relaxing conditions on a picture perfect night. So laughter replaced what might have been embarrassing words at the moment. Somehow some way Guaro got into our compound along with a few more girls so Doogie was able to ease out of the scene where Carla and I enjoyed each other’s company on the hammock out front of the cabin while drinking Guaro out of hallowed coconut shells. It was the type of night where a man hopes the sun never comes up with peace, serenity, pleasure, and cannabis in the air made for a perfect evening.
After a peaceful night’s rest and the delightful company of Ms. Carla Thomas we woke up all ready to shower in the middle of the hotel compound. I took one of the most refreshing showers of my life out there in the middle of the jungle on the Caribbean coastline just after sex which makes the cool water splashing on your body all that more refreshing. The three of us ended up spending the day renting and riding bikes. Doogie brought his surfboard in hopes of catching what would be non-existent waves during the peaceful flat waters of September in the Caribbean. We ended up riding those bikes everywhere. First we sat down at a part of the beach where Doogie went paddling out into the deep water on his surfboard, I ripped off my shirt, flexed a little bit for my female audience, and plunged into the cool waters and Carla stripped down to her lovely black bra and thong for some shallow water wading. No need for an official bikini in Costa Rica with the barren beaches inhabited by very few people so who cared, we could have been naked and no one would have noticed.
This time in the sun I was more cautious, putting on some serious sun block in the form of sun block-20 which could keep the brutal rays just north of the equator from giving me a lobsteresque burn. Ah Carla was great company as we rolled around in the sand and surf more like the movie “Airplane” with the kelp running ashore than “From Here to Eternity” the 1953 romance classic based in Hawaii with the young lovers rolling together in the sand and surf while getting into some heavy petting.
We continued our adventure by jumping back aboard our bicycles and riding all the way to Panama which really was just a few kilometers down the dirt road from Puerto Viejo. With no passport Carla was not about to cross the border so we checked ourselves into a quaint little hotel bar in the middle of the jungle for a beer while monkeys and iguanas lurked just outside of the veranda. This was one of the many peaceful jewels hidden within the lush Costa Rican jungle where one could barely see the sun shining through the dense thickness of bamboo trees in every direction.
The final day of our trip was my birthday. I woke up to a steady rain on our Caribbean village. Luckily Carla was smart enough to bring an umbrella and we took a walk to a local bar while Doogie slept. Once the bartender found out it was my birthday she put a candle in a piece of cake and bought me a drink. The setting was simple yet a classic tropical setting. The interior was all made of wood. The bar was primarily made of bamboo with one back wall which the bar stood up against, a ceiling and half walls on each side with the open end facing the Caribbean with a few palm trees in between. We sat on the bamboo chairs and it was refreshing to speak a little bit of English to the bartender who was bi-lingual which most of the service specialists are in Costa Rica. It’s amazing how the simple gesture of giving me a free drink and cake with a candle on my birthday in a simple village can mean so much. I hope everyone can appreciate the simple gestures in life because for some reason they are the ones that mean the most when you never expect them. If you go to Costa Rica don’t be afraid of the hideous rumors about violence on the Caribbean. Go see beautiful Puerto Viejo!
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