The week of the crazy men

27-12-07

I have been traveling again, this time just for a weekend trip to the beach town of Tamarindo for some decadence and visiting a friend from the states. On the way Liberia was nice, it feels like a true town, not like a turist destination. Tamarindo was pretty, beautiful beaches, but very fudgified.

Aparently all crazy men come out around Christmas, with Adam in Tamarindo we met a crazy drunkard who talked to us for a while and was fairly incomprehensible in any language, although he tried several. He claimed he made a lot of money on some job, although neither of us could figure out exactly what… he kept making some signal like holding a telescope up to his eyes.

On the bus ride back I first asked an old man if he knows where’s the bus stop, so which he kinda smiled toothlessly at me and pointed to the bench next to him. I didn’t really feel like sitting by him for a long time, so I then asked him if he know when the bus would get there, to which he kinda smiled toothlessly at me and pointed to the bench next to him. I also tried asking where I could get some water, and some food, which got the same response, so I decided to ask elsewhere.

Once I finally got to the bus stop, I sat there about an hour and then another old man came up to me. When I said hi he said something about being partly deaf, and then proceeded to tell me about how he was able to go home to visit his family, gracias a Dios, and how he made money, gracias a Dios etc etc gracias a Dios, always followed by a kind of holy look upwards and raising his arms. Strangely, he also made the same strange action with his hands to his eyes as the other guy… and also kept asking me over and over again if I knew where he could find some booze. I got on the first bus out of there.

My Christmas was very quite but nice. By now I’m back with the family, confussed as always, but it’s good to be back.