We had 3 stops in San Jose as we transited to different surf spots - epic to party, but the place is pretty full on. As with the rest of Costa Rica, San Jose has a huge US influence from musical tastes, fashion to fast food outlets. Good in a way, as you’re assured of any supplies/ gear you need. Bad in that things are shit expensive (sometimes more expensive than the US) and the western influence largely diluted any traditional culture.
So in transit we pretty much sussed out upcoming swells for our next destination on the net and partied hard. We hit up El Puablo a couple of times - a full on local Tico’s nightspot. First time we were there there was not another gringo in the entire complex (15 bars and nightclubs). Again our shady Espanoil came into play as we worked with what little we had to make the local ladies smile. Midway through the night Jim had lost his face and most control of what he was doing. As he was the only white boy in the entire place and super loose, I had to step up and become his personal security detail. Seems like a regular occurrence on this tour. Cutting some rug and hammering a few more beers, we set off for the Blue Marlin Casino - a special place which Goldy had urged us to check out.
Upon entering the massive woodern doors we cast our eyes around the gaming floor. The place is thriving with amazing bootylicious Tica girls. I saw a Jessica Alba Tica, an Angelina Jolie Tica. Turns out every single girl in the place is on the job, feeding on gringo success. After a few beers and a few wholesome conversations with the nice ladies, Jim and I got down to business on the black jack table. We were killing the hands for a while before the dealer started to get up on us. He was an angry little bastard so I felt quite good when I cleaned him out and bailed without throwing a tip. Nice.
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