Tamarindo, Day 4

The rooster woke me up again, my head splitting from the cheap Puerto Rican beers.   When I first arrived, someone said that the beer was brewed with formaldehyde, so I tried to stick with the US imports most nights.   Last night we wound up outside of town at a surf/vacation hotel spot where a mix of the locals and visitors would party until the bar closed at 2AM.

The rooster crowed again.   I thought about our night, I must have won a dozen games of 9ball, until the cheap beers got the best of me, and my shots got sloppy.  Once we left the hotel, we walked along the road back into town.  Passing cars honked, and someone threw an empty beer can at Jim, hitting him in the head.  Nice shot, asshole.

The sun was now rising and the rooster crowed off and on and my room was getting hot.   Sweating, I got up from my bed and left the messy room I was renting from Fredrico Balazar.  Fredrico was the second son of the mayor of Tamarindo, which made him one of the most well connected friends I could have in the lazy surf town.