The afternoon of June 15, hop on a bus to Puerto Viejo de Talamanca, a small surfer town on the Caribbean. Geared towards tourists, but still an interesting place. great beaches, slummy town, every other local trying to make a buck or two off you buy pulling out some weed out of their hair, and the cheapest place to stay was in a hostel lined with tents and hammocks...bon fire every night topped off exhausting days of, swimming, snorkeling, hiking along streams where poisonous red frogs frolicked. The local club, Jonnies, brought the whole city together which meant street meat was in full force. a great marinade topped off kebabs and hot dogs, but 1000 colones (2 bucks) was not worth it. This dude greg and I made tentative plans to open a competitive stand but realized that homie who ran the other stand would probably knife us for marching on his territory.
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