I didn’t make such a big deal about losing my bike because it was temporary.
In SJDS, I bumped my head on the top bunk of my bunkbed and had a bit of a revelation – all pain is temporary. Now I will be thinking about the time I bumped my head on that bunk in La Casa Feliz for the rest of my life, but I won’t be feeling the pain. I thought of the worst thing I could possibly experience, at the time, it was the death of a child. Then it was being responsible for the death of another through negligence (like a drunk driving accident), so I understood that even those pains are temporary. Refute this if you must – I feel it is a universal truth, but many disagree.
I got the bike back after a quick jaunt to San Jose and back. Would have been a day trip if I’d had a 250cc engine and American roads, but it ended up being a solid 40 hours of travel. There was a Honduras vs. Costa Rica football match in Costa in the next day or so, and as we were coming from the direction of Honduras, our bus was stopped countless times by local police hoping to become local heroes for the weekend by busting some paperless Honduran. Yay national pride!
Oh yeah, and I boarded down a volcano. Watch.
Click the pictures – they open in the same window without leaving the page. That is all.
 When I saw hombre’s bike at the Costa Rican border, I felt my manhood shrink an inch. Two German guys were travelling together and are obviously on a different level than I. Their Journey was from Alaska to Peru and they had a map on the side of their bikes announcing the fact.
I guess it wasn’t enough to cover every piece of bike with stickers from the places they’d been. Read more . . . |
