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As a writer, I feel it’s my duty to live the biggest life possible by experiencing new uncharted waters.  It’s no secret that Prostitution is legal in Costa Rica, I heard the Beetle Bar was the most notorious spot to see the action first hand.  With no idea what to expect walking through that door; I was both apprehensive and curious.    The inside had a classy sports bar feel to it, lots of satellite TVs playing a variety of sports, NFL being the main attraction.  There were about 150 guys; mostly Fisherman, Businessman, and Travelers.  The catch was the 350 scantily clad Putas roaming around with a predatory look in their eyes.  I must admit, the majority of them were very attractive, some were downright gorgeous (Maxim cover girl hot), and of course there was the C line up (C standing for Cheapskate I guess). I wasn’t expecting to see so many of them, nor was I expecting such beauty to be able to be purchased at the price of 100$ an hour.                                                              

Interestingly, it was a complete roll reversal, the men sat around leisurely chatting, while the women aggressively eyed, pinched, rubbed, and did whatever possible to get the men’s attention.  If only real life were this grand, I would have never left Jaco.  I got a real kick out of this; one girl after another would come up and touch me while trying to start a conversation. It was a huge ego boost, this coming from someone who has never lacked confidence a day in his life.  I must admit, I was having one hell of a time; it was a little surreal; almost a little hard to believe (emphasis on the word hard).

 I needed to find the source, the man behind the curtain.  It wasn’t long before I was talking to the owner.  He looked every bit the part, greasy, slimly, with constantly running coke inflamed nose.  He would have made the perfect character for a Quentin Tarantino movie.  He broke down the rules for me as follows: always negotiate the price before you leave, never leave any valuables around the room, never leave them out of your sight at your room, and treat them with a respect.   Putas would leave with these men one after another; most of the men were married, and then they would return an hour later to find another willing husband seeking infidelity.  Note to Wives: if your husband and his friends are regularly going on fishy trips to Costa Rica each year, be warned this is why most of them go to Jaco.  The thought of over 75% of the men proudly wearing their wedding rings with no shame was disgusting.  I had no intention of actually leaving with one of the Putas, but it was an interesting experience nonetheless.  I left after a couple hours to try my luck at a real bar, semi aroused with a grotesque feel in my stomach.  I couldn’t help but feel pity for all the poor wives of these degenerate men who pay for sex on vacation.  I never returned to the Beetle Bar again. 

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The Water-taxi that turned Death into Zen.  I love all means of transport, it sounded like a brilliant idea at the time; avoid a 4 hour shuttle bus to Jaco by taking a 1 hour water-taxi from Montezuma.  Walking to the beach, I was filled with anticipation and excitement.  The first thing our captain said was “it’s going to be a rough ride, any rougher and I wouldn’t dare even try; prepare to get a little wet.”  No problem, I thought to myself as they began to hand out heavy duty garbage bags to wrap up our bags.   

Standing on the warm sandy beach, the sun warmed my early morning spirit; the Ocean seemed to be inviting us with open arms.  The initial ride out was pleasant, I was enjoying every moment on the sea and under the sun.  We crossed a threshold, the cross wind immediately picked up, the beach was almost out of sight, and the realization we were on the open sea soon came spraying over the side of the boat.  Little by little the waves grew in size; my imagination was wandering in some distant dream until it was sucked back into the now by a huge crash as the Skipper cut the engine.  I looked to my side and saw nothing but the deep blue Ocean.  My pulse quickened as the engine began to roar into gear once more.  The immense waves completely engulfed our little vessel, so big the horizon line was disappearing with each rise up and down, the Ocean slapping us in the face with salt water, as our little boat was tossed left and right.  Nobody was enjoying the ride any longer, a quick scan revealed not a life-jacket in sight; the Captain never taking his eyes off the Ocean in front of him.  Pleasure soon turned to fear as it often does, gripping the rail at my side with tight white knuckles; I took a recount of my life thus far and couldn’t remember the last time I felt the fear of death. 

Death drops the grains of sand in the hourglass ever so slowly.  Finally, after almost 2 hours of deep blue, we passed through the eye of the beast and motored into calm water.  Relieved, I sat back a felt a heightened sense of being and wonder in my soul; it was a triumphant feeling.  I could see the land again, it was a beautiful sight, but the taxi made a sharp left turn and seemed to be heading towards the open sea once more.  The words “what the fuck” passed through my mind.  The captain pointed out and uttered his first word since the beach “Dolfino”. 

It was our reward for bravery in the face of death: a huge swarm of dolphins racing along, jumping high in the sky with magnificent twirls, seeking only the pleasurable.  Together with the dolphins at our side, we enjoyed a true Zen filled moment of wonder; we loved their beautiful presence, and they seemed to love ours.  Although that will probably be my last water-taxi ride; when Death turns to Zen, it can only be described as: SPECTACULAR.

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img_0247.JPG  The hot permeating red sky soaks the sea with a sailor’s beauty of never-ending horizons and soft present dreams; illuminating a lust for more, for more, for more…                                                                                                                                                                    

img_0365.JPG  The crimson darkening purple sky inviting onlookers to sit peacefully and marvel as the scent of the free Ocean fills the soul; soothing the heart…                                                                                                                                                                                                                                     img_0827.JPG  The cascading dream of the lovers’ peace falling ever so gently in time as the past and future fade to the unreachable eternity….                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    img_0356.JPG  The soul of the universe beaming forth the ending light of day; challenging the limited to believe in something only the few have ever witnessed; the miracle of being…                                                                                                                                           img_0550.JPG  Soft soothing and present colors fading into eternity as the lonely feel loved by a greater force exuding beauty beyond thoughts or feelings; being beautiful for no reason at all…                                                                                                                                     img_0497.JPG  The fading distant sun scraping thought from the mind as the lonely soul tastes the wind and hears the soft cry of the sand….                                                                                                                                                     img_0412.JPG  Time standing still on the free art mural seeking to be noticed for the unmistakable beauty of free expression inscribed in present moment time…                                                                                                                                                         img_0321.JPG   The road most traveled still enlightening a glimpse of hope to the longing traveler; weary of the present day ending before his eyes; dreaming to cross over into the now…                                                                         img_0332.JPG   Widened eyes of beauty expressing pure love and openness to the world: the clean slate of the mind never having learned anger or hate; Pura Vida born free within…                                                                                       

img_0496.JPG  The Red fading orange sunset inspiring the running child’s mind with present moment joy; seeking only to be free and happy before the beauty of the universe…                                                                                     

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