During the early 90’s I lived in Costa Rica with the intention to grow back pepper on a snake farm (as the Simonettes are sure to already know), but on most Sundays “Crazy Tim” of homebuilt jaccuzi fame and I used to go white water kayaking. It was a spectacular couple or three hour experience of ‘paddle or die’ from La Virgen Sarrapaqui (sp.? in case you want to ask Mr. Google) to Puerto Viejo.

At the end of our run was a bar, go figure, overlooking the river. We’d build up some speed and ‘coast’ up onto the riverbank making a dramatic entrance then pop out of our kayaks and into the bar for some rum and salsa (the dance not the stuff dip onto your tortilla chips you ignorant rednecks and hillbillies).

To make my long story endless: I’m sitting at the bar on one of these occasions…