BEACH BUMMING COSTA-RICAN-STYLE
“Want some?” Asks me the host as I enter his hillside villa. The villa is a large wooden structure overlooking the grand Pacific Ocean – and what a grand vista it is. But my host wasn’t enquiring me about his residence. Holding a small vial containing white powder in one hand, and a tiny spoon in the other, he had something else in mind. Now, I always thought one needed a credit card to align Cocaine rows and a rolled-up 100 Dollar bill to snort it. Then again, perhaps I’m just being a traditionist. In any case, I politely decline, to my host’s complete bafflement. “You’re serious?!” he asks, almost rhetorically. I guess Cocaine just isn’t my scene. Besides, the place reeks of so much weed one can get high just from breathing in the thick, cloudy air.
