Half Baked Chicken
Up early this morning and now late tonight, looking to get back to a normal sleep pattern. Plugged in the airport at John's and was able to upload the first dispatch and check email, then and spent the morning shooting pictures. One word of caution: don't assume that the frozen chicken thingies in the supermarket are "fully cooked" like back in the States. Last night found me chewing what seemed like a tough nugget, which turned out to be almost raw after a few minutes in the nuker.
I resized a bunch of photos from the protest yesterday for your viewing pleasure under the flap. No internet connection for about a week until they drag their lazy asses out to hook me up, so I'll try and get to John's house once every few days or so to post.
Being a foreigner I don't rate a cell phone contract here in CR. I have to get Marisol to pick one up for me, or dig around to see if they have pre-pay. I should have a car by Monday, and then I figure out insurance. Enough blather on to the pictures! Standard warning applies to those of you who don't have broadband, they will take a bit to load. Click below.
Watch the road or I'll take your picture. Too late.

Who's that crazy gringo hanging out the window taking pictures?

What's the hubbub Bub?

Where there's puppet, there's protest.

Where else? Everybody loves America!

The guest of honor: Death. Is this a holiday?

And we want free cookies, and…and…no bad stuff from America! Don't forget the cookies!

Where is everybody?

Hey, these directions say right here there's a protest with free cookies.

Oh, there they are.

El media is here. I want to be on TV!

The rainbow crowd gets in their licks.

Death's low rent brother, the AntiChrist.

You looking at me?

Somebody important just has to be in there.

We have balloons!

I hope these guys don't screw up my visa application.

Weeee!

That bulletproof vest does nothing for your figure.

At first I was scared that the mean old policia would break out the rubber bullets.

Then I just wanted to cuddle. Hard.

Next stop, more cookies!




