Thursday, 1 April 2010

Ants In The Sugar

This morning there were ants in the sugar. I looked at them a moment then I picked them out. I figured it was still better than being stuck on the Central Line between stations at rush hour.

Costa Rica has no army. They abolished it back in the late 40s. But before you think of trying to overthrow the government here using a pointed stick there are a lot of guns. I was in a bar the other night singing karaoke with other volunteers and there was a shooting outside. We were singing ‘Killing Me Softly’ which I thought was ironic.

The currency here is called the Colon. I’ve been here nearly two months and I still find that amusing.

Sometimes you’ll be on a bus here and the driver will get off and go into a shop. The first time, I looked around to see if anyone else was surprised. They weren’t. Now I just try and look as bored as they are until he comes back. Having said that, if I see one heading into a cinema I’m getting off.

The capital city of San Jose is functional rather than beautiful. A bit like Wayne Rooney. Most houses are behind locked gates for security. Walking around a residential area feels a little like walking around a vast prison. Now and again, I twirl an imaginary baton and shout under my breath, 'OK, lock 'em up boys!'. But I don't do that very often.

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