The final installment

So Andrew went to San Jose for 4 days leaving me at the place which was technically up in the mountains about 7 miles from Dominical. Most of my time was spent reading and hiking around taking pictures. This is where I spotted the Banana spider which amazingly enough for its size you can walk right up to and pick up because they don't bite. My good friend down there Kaisha pronounced Kay-sha would sometimes come and get me for dinner or to go surfing. She is an amazing cook by the way. We would hangout with her roommate Stewart. Now this was a very interesting dynamic. Kaisha is from Vancouver and is also a very very devout Mormon. Where as Stewart is also from Vancouver and is anything but with his drinking and what not. It is really fun to see the way they harass each other. So anyways Andrew returned to Dominical and it was life as usual we hung out for a few days not doing to much. The day before I was supposed to leave we went for one last surf sessions. I paddled out beyond the brake and just enjoyed being there in silence bobbing in the rollers. You just sit and zen then it is time the wave wells up at just the right time and brakes just to your right or left and starts to curl toward you A few strokes and the board starts to slide down the face with the curl moving closer. Pop up and carve laterally along the face carving back and forth till it just about brakes right on top of you. Carve back up the face and dive over as it crests and you are right where you need to be to catch the next wave. The coolest part of this last day of surfing and the icing on the cake for the entire trip was the fact that the waves that I was surfing in and enjoying life where the same waves that dolphins where doing the exact same thing. So after one last meal with Kaisha and Andrew (Stewart got stuck in San Jose for a few days) at San Clemente where the cute little Tica Daniela worked I got dropped off at tortilla flats that same place I went to when my adventure first began. My ride was supposed to pick me up at 2:30 yet the land slides near San Isidro delayed him. I got out of there at about 4pm. We had to take the long way around because more landslides happened. So we headed north to a town called Quepos over the worst dirt road that you can imagine. Once we got to Quepos traffic started to back up. Turns out that a semi had busted trough the metal plating on the one way bridge out of town. Now again Costa Ricans are the coolest people till they get behind the wheel of a car. They just started to cram their cars so close to the bridge on both sides of the streets that there is no way the authorities can get to the bridge to fix it. So 3 hours later they get the bridge cleared, 2 hours later traffic actually starts to move because it was such a cluster of cars it took that long to get everyone all straitened out. So my 4 hour drive to San Jose turned into a 10 hour drive. I finally got there and was glad that I made a reservation in a hotel because I was in my room so very quickly. I laid down and turn on the TV out of curiosity. I ended up falling asleep to the "A Team" broadcast in Spanish. The next day I headed to the airport to find out that I had been bumped to first class to Houston. Three course meals and leg room it was amazing.Once in Houston I boarded my flight back to SLC. Now I literally went from the very front lap of luxury to thee very back where my seat wont even recline.

More shots from costa rica.

This is a banana spider He is as big as my hand.

Finishing the tail.

I didn't finish the river story I ran out of time. I will also post more pictures here next time. SO continuing where we left off. We put on the river again the next day and hit the big water on the Generales. It was beautiful whitewater that had me gettting nervous. We soa thing like butterflies that grow to be about 8 inches from wing tip to wing tip. Once we reached the end of the river we where picked up by a local named Otto who was our drive. Now think of the simpsons bus driver Otto they are nothing alike. Anyways he picked us up in a Toyota Hilux. There were 12 of us including 3 guides and gear. A few loaded into the cab therest of us in the bed on all of the river gear. and 2 on the trailler. Now to preface this little story you must understand that Costa Ricans are the coolest people. They are the epidamy of Chill! Then the get behind the wheel of a car and all Hell Brakes Loose. They become the most none scencical humans the woulrd has ever seen. This being said we where all on the truck heading down a dirt road that most would take pretty cautiously. But not Otto, Oh NO! He is flying down this road at a speed that is equivallent to a hampster on speed and just exiting a starbucks to hit a session in the hampster wheel. Otto is going so fast that the trailer is bouncing on to one wheel.
One our life altering ride back came to an end I got the oppertunity to spend a few nights at the house of a local Ticos. They have nothing and nothing to give and they give it and love to do it. It was at this point that I realized america is such a backwards place some much good here and so so much bad. They would cook on a wood burning stove the house had only a few rooms with chickens running around everywhere as well as dogs. From here I spent a few days in the mountains.
TO BE CONTINUED...

Welcome to the jungle

So I got the opertunity to do a trip for the Costa Rica part of outward bound and do some unknown whitewater and camp in the jungle. We put on to a section of the General(hen-er-al) river class 3-5 It was by pure luck that the do saftey kayaking which it made more sence that I kayak then paddle raft having never been down the section. Now to understand you must first understand how much it rains down here. one day in a city called San Isidro it started to rain with in a matter of about 2 minuetes the streets had so much water in the that I could have kayaked the streets with a great deal of ease and it dose this type of rainning every night. Anyways back to the river. We where running it aat a level that is higher then the guides had ever seen it. Imagine the smile on my face at the point that I realized I am saftey kayaking in a play boat I have never boated before on a section I have never seen before at a level not seen before. There are so many amazing waves in this section I has in heaven. So we got to camp and set up tarps becasue tents don't stand up to the amount of water that falls here. We went to bed and slept well. I will tell you this camping in the jungle kind of sucks. when we woke up that next morning the water was rising at a rate that I have never imagined possible in a river. We moved our gear and within a few minutes the river had risen about 3 feet and flooded our camp. We ended up haveing a stay over day because the volume was to high. now a day under a tarp ion the jungle gets interesting with dreding of hair to playing "in the manner of the adverb" to eating alot of grilled cheese.