Jose y los pussygatos

Buenos insert timestamp here,

I am in San Jose, Costa Rica.The Qantas lady at check in in Melbourne last week called it San Josie, as in, "....and the Pussycats". It is pronounced San-ho-say.It just may be, that in the future the pronunciation will change as "Ticos" pander to the requirements of cashed up American tourists. And Australian tourists. Except me, of course. Costa Rica has been a country of convenience thus far. I got my Brazilian visa. I got over my jet lag and got my feet.

Tomorrow I head to the Caribbean coast where I will spend a few days reading and eating seafood. From there I will Cross the Southern border into Panama for about 10 days. The bus leaves tomorrow morning at 6am, which will be difficult.

I have, to be honest, been a little lonely since arriving in Costa Rica. When I arrived I did not realise how jet-lagged I actually was. I was probably not being my friendly self, the primary cause for my loneliness. It was not a nice feeling, particularly when I knew that I would be, in the main, by myself for the next 6 months or so.

One good sleep later I am back to normal.

Getting my Brazilian visa was fun. I went to the Embassy yesterday, but the ambassador was in hospital. Depression was the reason I was given.

I again today. I am pretty sure that Snr Sergio was over his depression. Sixty-five years old maybe, white hair, white eyebrow, tanned and quite short. In fact, just think Brazilian Bob Hawke. He was being friendly to the extent that if I had not left before he had a chance to, he would have asked me out for a romantic dinner of fried chicken, beans and rice.

This afternoon I just piss farted around.

I look forward to the next leg of my trip. I will hopefully have some more exciting tales for you.

Right now, I am quite over hostel life.

Hasta sometime later,

Daniel