Tank Tops Flip flops Newsletter edition no. 18
When we left our hero, he was in a jeep, loaded with beer, heading north from Manual Antonio to Jaco Beach, Costa Rica. For those of you who have been asleep this entire time, I am the hero, by the way. The drive was brutal. This was not a road, this was a riverbed. It reminded me of those old photos of the moon. The pot holes were so big; you would literally drive INTO the pot hole, and come up and out the other side. It was July, middle of the green season, and the Southern Central Pacific gets some of the heaviest downpours in the entire country. Sure enough, we found out the hard way. It was as if the sun just disappeared from the universe instantaneously. It got dark so fast; we didn’t even really have time to react. In my entire life I have never seen so much water fall from the sky at one time.
They call this area a rainforest. Key word: RAIN. The road turned into one of those water theme parks except we weren’t in a log, we were in a jeep. “Save the beer!!!!” were the first words out of my mouth, as Travis grabbed the handle of the cooler. “Hold on! We are going in!” Huge ass water falls were shooting out of the mountain on both sides of us: the road beneath my tires just seemed to disappear and I felt like Noah and his ark. We were sloshing and bumping, skidding and bouncing, and I thought for sure we were going to be washed over the edge of the cliff, gone forever.