Oh and by the way... are joyrides illegal where you live ?

Aww.

Well... I'm gonna take one (whenever I feel like) and you can... instagram-tourism after me, rite ?

C'mon join the joyride

I hit the road out of nowhere, I had to jump in my car
And be a rider in a love game, following the stars.

Don't need a book of wisdom, I get no money talk at all..
She has a train going downtown, she's got a club on the moon!

Oh-oh...

She's the heart of the funfair, she's got me whistling out a private tune
And it all

begins

where

it ends.

And she's all mine, my magic

magic friend...

Anyways, this'd be Calle Vieja.

It's hard to explain the pleasant experience of taking a nice German car out for a spin, in the ever-pleasant spring breeze of this Tinerete Fara Batrinete & Viata Fara De Moarte enchanted realm. Does it ever get to be Spring where you live ?

Do you remember it still ?

Have you ever seen that old Romanian Army colonel in Bucharest Non-Stop ? And did you pack a lantern ?

"It's not dead. See ? It works."

By now we're "here", which is to say we've reached the pit stop : the illegal fruit warehouse.

Because that's what happens : whenever the government se-ncoarda, flexes its muscles to show off its absent garments and putative social relevancy, the places the government knows about get closed, aka fucked ; but places that don't care about the government spring up in their place, sinking the whole shebang.

There can not ever be such a thing as relevant government. Try as you might and gargle whatever Lincoln piss you care to, "government" and "nobody cares", "the state" and "the latrine" stay synonyms.

Bear that in mind.

Believe me, for this country such as here seen counts as immense. Costa Rica is tiny, what.

As I was saying, the ticos are taking advantage of the opportunity to do some maintenance work. Kudos!

This, believe it or not, is the city of Orotina, the destination of our little jaunt.

Yeah, this is quite what a Costa Rican city looks like : a truck stop, pretty much. I think they do have one motel, maybe, but five rooms or something like that.

Rio Salitral.

And... well...

I hope you enjoyed your picnic or whatever it is you do on a sunny Tuesday in your country.

What is it that you do, anyway ?