Category Archive: pigeon shit and the free market economics thereof

Bored women, guns, and the company that owns you; in Costa Rica.

I walked up to the harbor in Paquera, Costa Rica, unexpectedly up to my dripping armpits in happy-grumpy-sweaty white people. Most had rented cars, but a few backpackers were sprinkled in, though somehow none… Continue reading

Tiger Temple…is that it?

I felt like a jerk even as I asked the question. “How do I get to ‘Tiger Temple’ and is it worth it?”   I didn’t mean to sound like that guy. The… Continue reading

A beautiful place to sit, eat, and die.

The town of Playas is billed as the “lower middle class beach town”, crammed on the weekends in season, and empty the rest of the time. Sounded perfect. (We arrived Sunday afternoon and… Continue reading

Spring is here!

I caught a cold and am unemployed, so today I’m puttering around the house.  Both our pots are simmering sleepily on the stove (the wok has the night off), the kitchen is scrubbed,… Continue reading