Tamarindo, Costa Rica
Some things happened. the short of it is, Tim almost got arrested for carrying the wrong bag, which happened to be my bag, which also happened to have been switched with another just like it.
tim, jon and chad all flew out early from Guatemala City in hopes of getting waves in the afternoon at Tamarindo. When Tim arrived at customs in San Jose, Costa Rica he was carrying my bag, or atleast, what he thought was my bag. confidently, he nodded to the Costa Rican Customs Officer in response to, "is this your bag?" A sentence, i'm sure, that he'd like to retract at this juncture. Upon confirmation, they unzipped the beast to find some interesting items within. you know, A cake?! Some beans. some flour, which alerted a crew over to make sure it was just flour and not some powdered substance ... and a some perscription pills, all of which that where the property of someone else... The scene is mayhem. Here's the bag, gutted and bulging with the most random assortment of items, all peculiar and all partially, if not fully illegal, and here's Tim, right in the eye of the storm, trying to back his way out of it.
Now, we are laughing about it. All is well. The sun is setting over the waves as they fall onto the beach in Tamarindo and people are refereing to me as "the baker." I do not normally bring cakes with me when i travel, but i might start.
Costa Rica offered us a 6 hour drive through the jungled mountains, some amazing surf, refined coffee and the craziest plane ride ever onto the most desolate runway ever. (I shouldn't say desolate, there was a cow). A bull fight, as in actual bulls fighting, the way dogs do and lots of frolicking Iguanas. More surf was had, and pictures gathered.
Peace and love.
Bobby the baker
aka, "cake and beans"