Contact Admin. Couple more Copenhegans and when you land. We are at the air port in Golfito waiting for you. Get ready to go back in time about fifty years. MAT I hope you get this ps hope you get this. His wife being there is the only reason I'm not sure we will soon wind up playing jug and washboard in the San Jose All-Prison Band and now I realize I forgot her cigarettes.
The flight to Golfito was fucked, a seater single prop landing on a dirt runway like I was a Colombian drug-runner.
No airport, just some guy with one arm missing at the shoulder with an orange cone. Hotel is right off to the side, alligator and all. Golfito is not, as Becker said, to the north. It's south, down near Panama. But it doesn't matter cuz we're leaving immediately. Mat is a bit of a paranoid and is sure "something fucked up" is going on wherever he is.
And of course something fucked up is going on in Golfito so we check out, load up the rental and drink warm Pilsen beer as we tool up the windy jungle roads to Dominical, a little surfer hang out two hours north. Mat is a bit of a paranoid and is sure "something fucked up" is happening wherever he is.
And of course something fucked up is going on in Golfito so we to check out, load up the rental and drink more warm Pilsen as we tool up the windy jungle roads to Dominical, a little surfer hang out two hours north. We get a room with a double and single bed for 45 bucks right on the dirt road that parallels the beach and I can barely manage to stay awake for the sunset.
