HOW MANY CANS CAN YOU PUT IN THE FAN?

(A brief summary of Costa Rican chaos)

An epic van ride (so I heard), Victor the incredible, Oscar the kid, cans in the fan, ticas on the beach. An ogre on the altar, super-models on the coffee table (con ropas pequenas), and Roy and the white world - all in Tamarindo. A marathon to the jungle, home of the wild Danimal, and a life beyond the edge. Extreme body surfing (j in hand), tow-in boarding, and Hook's prophesized left along the remote sandy shores of Osa's paradise. Pilsen, Imperial, Guaro and lime (drink, repeat), rolling papers of unusual size, tobacco without abandon, and a generator-powered bar open late just for gringas. Eight mangy dogs, each with progressively less hair, an eternally inebriated Canadian, and the knowledge that Colonel Kurtz hides somewhere deep in that jungle. With this crew, times just get better and better. Keep gulping the pure life, mi amigos. El pajaro negro.