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Jan
15

Welcome to Costa Rica

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The first sign you see when arriving in Costa Rica reads as follows.  “Welcome to Costa Rica: Any sexual activity with a minor is punishable by imprisonment.”  It was not the welcoming sign I was expecting to see; I had clearly entered a third world country that was very far from home. 

The airport in Liberia was a small bunker, the high hanging lights over head where being dimmed by the huge swarm of insects all around them.   Every two to three seconds an insect would land or crash into you.  I  breezed through customs that seemed more like a welcoming committee then anything else.  Because of my 4 hour delay the last bus for Tamarindo was long gone and it was either going to be a ridiculously expensive cab ride or maybe get lucky with some improvising.  “Anyone going to Tamarindo?”

What happened next is the reason I love traveling on a complete whime without any set plans what so ever….. 

tw12

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Jan
15

Opening Lyrics to the Movie The Beach

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There is a certain satisfaction in completing a good pack.  When everything is done and everything is ready: the journey begins.   That about sums up my morning today.  I am beginning a new journey towards the unknown, with no plans or schedule, no itinerary, or idea of what the future holds; I am completely free.  I thought I would leave you with a couple quotes from the two movies I decided to watch before my trip.  I hope you enjoy…. 

 Opening Lyrics to the Movie The Beach

” My name is Richard; so what else do you need to know?  Stuff about my family or where I am from? None of that matters.  Not once you have crossed the ocean and cut yourself lose; looking for something more beautiful; more exciting.  And yes I admit something more dangerous.  So after 18 hours in the back of an airplane; three dumb movies; two plastic meals; six beers and absolutely no sleep.  I finally touched down…”

“…So never refuse an invitation; never resist the unfamiliar; never fail to be polite; never over stay your welcome.  Just keep your mind open and suck in the experience: and if it hurts it’s probably worth it.” 

“and as for traveling alone; fuck it.  If that’s the way it has to be; then that’s the way it is.”

The movie Pointbreak

“I must be crazy.”

“but are you crazy enough”

See you in Costa Rica

tw12

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I found this beautiful and inspiring poetry book called Notes From the Inside by Doug Rose.  Anyone wishing to read some inspiring poetry about Traveling should continue reading. 

Offerings

Facing forward, looking back the way I

Travelled all I could see was a crystal ship

Suspended from the rear view mirror. Beauty

For the future or the past? Stay here in the

present, the waves are better, it beckons me

inside.  Sail to the emerald isle, covered in a

hundred shades of green, drinking beer

beneath ancient trees surrounding Trinity

College.  An old man (he could have been

the next James Joyce) sits on a park bench,

waiting to see what he missed.  All the words

that eluded him are piled up, running

through other people’s veins.  If I was cut

open I would offer him some with bloody

 fingers.

Doug Rose  Notes from the Inside.  P.57

Travel Guides

“That tidal wave crushed me down into the

sand, left me gasping for air in unfamiliar

territory. When I roll over I’ll find it’s all

been a dream, or discover how to breath

again. Did I make a conscious decision

many years ago to be alone?  Somewhere, in

The far recess of my mind, turning a

corner, not recognizing where I was, I kept

going anyway.  A sense of wonder, an aura

Of mystery perhaps?  Did I really think I was

the first one, the only one to go down that path? 

Keep logging those impressions, maybe

one of us will produce the next Mona Lisa

or at least a new Travel Guide.”

Doug Rose  Notes from the Inside  p.18

The Wrath Of Angels 

Stay with me here, in this moment.  It’s the

Only one that matters.  I can’t undo

Yesterdays, I’m not looking for tomorrows.

Drown me here and now with flowers of

Love.  Slap me with blossoms, tattoo my skin

With striped stems, rake me over your coals

With fine intentions.  Then, if you told me

You loved me I’d believe it.  I can’t hurt you

Anymore,  I’ve sold that too.  This is for you,

Kept for all these years.  An angel took it

from my hands, exchanged for ribbons of youth.

Doug Rose  Notes from the Inside  p. 87

 tw12

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