3 pm (ish)
I am sitting in a pastel yellowey colored room with three computers in it at the Tranquilo Backpackers Hostel here in Santa Teresa, Costa Rica. This is the only air conditioned room at the Hostel. My face is warm, a little prickly and slightly irritating; the beard area coated in diaper rash ointment. My stomach feels a bit funny and my mind is a little scattered. Not wanting to go out into the sun in the hot afternoon I decided to stay back and give my body a rest from the heat and exertion.
My face has progressively been breaking out in blisters. It feels like poison oak: rashey, achey, irritating, itchy, burning, painful. I thought it was from the sun, because the sun is crazy out here. I forgot to put sun screen lip balm on the first day, but now it has spread around my mouth so it seems weird. I am not sure if this is from the sun. Maybe it is an allergic reaction to some plant or to the “leche de mango” that interacts with the sun if it gets on your skin and jacks you up.
Anyways, these unpleasant set of circumstances have combined for me to re-route my adventures. My friends went to the beach, but I shall surf my cyber web just the same, here at the home base.
The hostel is the nicest one we have stayed in by far. They have some property; the design is spaceous, open, and clean. Everything is well maintained and it has a cool feel to it with the hammocks set up. The kitchen is vey clean.
I may go to the clinic tonight and have a doctor look at me and maybe stick some needles in me. That should be fun. I am ready to move on, like the feeling of having to re use a kleenex way beyond capacity.
Once I kick this junk I will go out dancing, maybe some salsa or meringue.
We’ll head to the Carribean in a few days to meet up with our other friends.
Travelling with friends is always much better.
More to follow…
“we may not have it all together, but together we may have it all.” – Jet