Sneaky sneaky Elephants

After a public bus ride for four hours of Michael trying to cram himself in small bus seats, Brooke taking her dose of dramamine trying not to puke and attempting to sleep on the rattling Costa Rican roads, and Katie reading her books, we finally made it to Puerto Viejo. We took our most strenuous hike of the backpacking trip so far for about a quarter of a mile till we made it to our destination, Rocking J's the mural covered restaurant, hostel, beach, camp site, and hammock shack where we have reserved hammocks for 4 dollars for the next four nights.We were running low on cash so we hit up the closest ATM and then off to eat some good ol BBQ at Rocking J's which was quite fabulous. Katie and I also shared a pitcher of sangria (priority 1 minus the fondue) while giving mike 25 seconds to throw back his beers. A game of pool and the pitcher gone led Katie and I to our hammocks in which we remained until the morning while Mike hit up the social scene of rocking J's. The morning consisted of a light breakfast for all of us. Katie enjoyed a croissant and coffee, Mike had the Hungry Traveler, and I indulged in the fruity bastard. We then headed straight for the beach for a day of relaxing, swimming, meeting funny Israelis, playing their Israeli beach games, and burying myself in the sand.We then helped ourselves to a delicious lunch at Rocking J's and graciously welcomed the new arrivals which included some of the most interesting people we have ever met. These included -
The Brits that didn't give a shit
The hot Israeli sillypants's
Tim and his free love bus of ambiguous accents and buttcheeks that travels the world streaking and promoting the essence of a true hippie
Token German
The emotionally disturbed gay lord of the rings loving boy from the suicidally prone land of alaska
And his boyfriend Guy, who is our favorite Rockin J's employee
The insect enthusiast who creates stability in his life with the predictability of ant colonies and avoids both malaria and foreignsex-induced AIDS regularly
Hannah and the other pissed off group of knife weilding melon munching weirdos
The day mainly included the beach with the Israeli's who just ended their service in the army and have decided this is their only time to travel and talk to girls with their hilarious accents and sayings. They stated while talking about their surfing that, "the cows were crashing down on them". The night concluded of a restored bonfire by Michael, a lot of meeting/ blogging/ and discussing random topics with the list of people above. Katie and I then decided to go on a little exploration of the town night life and hit up a local bar that had some wonderful live bluegrass music. We enjoyed mechiladas ( a beautiful mix of lime juice, imperial, and salt) while dancing to the great tunes. That is until the music took a turn for the worse and went from sweet serenading to a white rapper hitting up the dj booth. Off we went to the next local stop called mango where we met some very uninterested ambiguous wee dutch boys on our way and decided to hit up the dance floor immediately. While busting out some fabulous moves we were approached by a few intoxicated ticos, one whom later dropped his beer on the ground breaking glass everywhere and proceeded to get kicked out about...4 times. Quite a winner he was. We then were approached by a hysterical Canadian man whose introducing line was HOLA to two blonde girls. We informed him that English would be the common language shared between us. After a good convo it was decided that back to the Hostel we would go. This would require some body gaurds due to the fighting strange tico's so we grabbed a local Costa Rican and another Dutch who were staying close by. We had exciting conversation with the both in spanish(FINALLY!) and Katie got language lessons in Spanish from the dutch boy and Portugese from the worldly traveling Costa Rican who still needs to work on his English. A broken key later due to Brookes immense strength we made it into Rocking J's only to hear the bonfire being broken up to a gunshot from the owner who saw robbers sitting around the fire. Michael was not phased whatsover by the firing of the gun due to his American upbringing nor were Katie and I. However, the others had to reconvene inside and discuss their feelings. Michael Katie and I returned to our hammocks to sing beautiful American anthems such as "Jizz in my pants". The next morning started out like any other a wake up due to light, a ditched 8:30 yoga class, some hostel breakfast which Tim and crew helped themselves to once we had finished, and hitting up the beach (this time using the greatest decision ever: to rent bikes). Through our times at rocking j's we have decided we are not people of the free love hippie smoking culture and would prefer to have purpose to our lives. So tomorrow we are off to Bocas del Toro, panama by bus and boat to stay on one of the islands where we will invest our dabloons in Horseback riding, surfing, and snorkling.
Mochileros