Costa Rica, Jaco, Playa Hermosa & the Thief.

We made San Jose just before nightfall and spent the night in a 'Costa Rica Backpackers', we had some encounters with some arrogant Americans got a lil drunk, Jamil ate about 10 Burritos from the restaurant connected to the hostel and we researched all the potential surf spots and bus times for the morning. Jam and Shoulders (Jimmy) ended up going out that night to the Casino, that's a whole other story.

That morning we went to the Bus station, couldn't find anything decent to eat, got hassled from all angles, paid way too much for our bus tickets and were repeatedly warned by sketchy looking American accented Tica's to keep an eye out for our stuff. We hopped on the bus, it was 35 degree's, no air, and no leg room and a bunch of whining kids. This wasn't fun...

Ipods in, thing seemed just like any other of the 'box full' of bus rides we had taken in the months prior, the last thing I remembered was shutting my eyes to 'Whitest boy alive' thinking about the surf at 'Playa Hermosa' a beach break I had had my eye on for quite some time. We hadn't surfed since Santa Catalina so everyone just wanted to get there.

I woke up in Jaco, startled, faces were missing left right n center, It wasn't a direct bus. My first thought was 'my bag' and I jumped up and it was gone... my bag had everything important in it, electronics, passport, sunnies, visa's, hard drive's full of movies. I was in trouble.

On a positive note, Playa Hermosa was firing, and we all scored perfect half pipe type barrels for days on end, before heading back to San Jose to clear up my mess.