Squatters Rights in Costa Rica

To show that it does not have to be all about me all the time, today I’d like to take a side road into the box canyon where my German friend, Jorg, got shot. First of all Jorg was undeniably a 30-something stud, straight up. Good looking, tall & lean, permanently tanned, cock strong, and … Continue reading Squatters Rights in Costa Rica

¡Baby Rosita’s First Time to a Doctor, Pura Vida! (Redux)

I’ve been asked by a gentle reader to write something more cheery about my adventures in Costa Rica that do not involve killing snakes or slaying señoritas. Hope you will find this uplifting. What was that again about mad dogs and Englishmen in the midday sun? I’m dizzy again and on the verge of heat … Continue reading ¡Baby Rosita’s First Time to a Doctor, Pura Vida! (Redux)

Squatters Rights in Costa Rica

To show that it does not have to be all about me all the time, today I’d like to take a side road into the box canyon where my German friend, Jorg, got shot. First of all Jorg was undeniably a 30-something stud, straight up. Good looking, tall & lean, permanently tanned, cock strong, and … Continue reading Squatters Rights in Costa Rica

Why Costa Rica?

A gentle reader asks why Costa Rica (CR) and why black pepper? With a follow on question concerning whether this was just an adventure or was there money to be made? There are no short answers to these and they are doggone good questions because almost 30 years later, I’m still asking myself what the … Continue reading Why Costa Rica?

¡Baby Rosita’s First Time to a Doctor, Pura Vida!

I’ve been asked by a gentle reader to write something more cheery about my adventures in Costa Rica that do not involve killing snakes or slaying señoritas. Hope you will find this uplifting. What was that again about mad dogs and Englishmen in the midday sun? I’m dizzy again and on the verge of heat … Continue reading ¡Baby Rosita’s First Time to a Doctor, Pura Vida!

A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to Costa Rica

Not exactly where it all began, but before I was dodging and/or killing some of the most deadly snakes in the Western Hemisphere I decided to drive vice fly to Costa Rica (CR). I mark the beginning of this adventure in the epicenter of the Redneck Riviera (Panama City, FL) where I purchased a four wheel drive … Continue reading A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to Costa Rica