meeting lots of 'characters'. costa rica seems to attract people who don't pigeonhole easily, many stories told to a willing ear.

last night i had a great jam with a guy called 'snoopy' who used to play drums with LOVE, a band from the 60's i bet you have heard. their album 'forever changes' was on everyones' shelf.

snoopy played on the first 2 albums, and had dropped out before the band broke big.

he now plays a one-man band arrangement with shaker poking out of one sandal, the other foot alternating between woodblock and nepalese cymbal.

while one hand is beating djembe and the other i don't remember, later he also played an odd 4 string not-guitar while singing venezuelan folksongs and banging its headstock, which had a small addition to it that permitted him to either hit the djembe or scratch a raspy thing on the side.

it was a privilege, i recommend the funky monkey lodge as a nice place to play, there was a beeday party happening so a good time was had by all.

it's been an exciting trip, exploring big chunks of the country i had not seen before, namely the jungle near the nica border in the north, then the pacific coastline between playa grande, down by tamarindo, nosara, samara, san juanillo, and now where i was last trip, santa teresa, a pleasing combo of good surf, and a relaxed, informal vibe.

the roads are beyond appalling, when they are even passable at all.

there are so many potholes one feels like a well used cassius clay punchbag after a few hours bouncing off the interior of the jeep.

this place is easily the best equipped, both naturally and socially, to handle the coming transition, imo.

how to magic a life here?

that's what i'll be pondering as i stoke the stove in subzero cold, when i get back to italy in 5 weeks time, after 3 weeks and 3 days here i already know that.

only the truly crazed walked away from such an easy life millennia ago, and i am sprung from their deluded loins, now how to get back?

costa rica is getting fussy about residency requirements, and massage therapists are as common as coconuts to boot.

the coconuts, not the therapists...

i will hardly be blogging till i get back to yurp, unless my laptop can get fixed here. (haha)

it's cool, it's part of the charm of doing this trip, pull my head outta the tubz for a bit.

i wanted to do some serious multitracking, but i'm reduced to having fun sketching on a BOSS digital 4 track pocket size, which is a real joy, sturdy and sounding good.

 

~"When an inner situation is not made conscious, it appears outside as fate." Karl Jung~