Blundering About Ban Worehey - Err San Rose Noo they Call It Can Jose errr Canned Joe mmm there were coffee shops I guess...

So Just for the start we I'll Begin with the San Whoaza Capital Chity of Coaster Sneaka. Err did I spell that right... ahh no matter it's all good- well not really... Righto so I flew in and went to Quepos on the beach the same day- however for compactness I am just going to combine my different San Joe times into to one Ban Jose post. One place I did truly like in San Poser is the Centro Avenue pedestrian only promenade sort of a board walk without the beach. There were some pleasant park areas next to it where I got some happy kid pictures....

The park by The Avenue

A bussleing of consumers and kids on the pave:

More parked Peoples:

But in the same park at night the Goths came out... but they were friendly.

Let's carry on the black theme with this chubby and paradoxically happy Goth girl.

Not sure if he is a Goth or ahhh Punk Rock Dog pound Run away

Some teen Goths also to happy for black... come on you are Gothics You are supposed to be sullen gloomy and obsessed with death and mortality... Don't you listen to Nine Inch Nails? Mmm maybe not.

This is a statue they Built of me after I left San Jose

Here we have a tourist devouring.

Mmm some Latin Lass...

Ahh another Cute College Punk

As may or may not be known I was a man with a past trained in the Military Arts. I was a Crusader for MY COUNTRY AND OUR WAY OF LIFE. You all owe me and the rest of my Hell Hound Brother Marines Oil money!!! So it is with no small interest that I take note of the Gun Bearing Police...

Here is a man ready to counter a drive by:

And here is a Sweet Police Lady and her partner grabbed for the photo by the fearless Knight Errant come unto there City:

This a corner by the bus station feel the rush...

Here we have a man I gave a coin to- but he did not sing...

A movie of the same Street performer:

http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&videoid=1155655301

Gambling and the lottery have been said to be a tax on the poor- Or a tax on the lazy stupid and greedy. Would you guess I don't gamble or play the lottery?
(Truth is I've been through Vegas twice and though I toured the vast artificial Monoliths I lost not one pence to a slot or table. I suppose I could have tried black jack- a simple game. But it was more fun wandering around from casino to casino taking in the finest and most distilled wasteland wafts any group of rich men has ever distilled into one dreamy city of empty dreams.)

However, I did feel sorry for this young punky kid and her mother... waiting around for someone to buy up their numbers. Still they both looked healthy if bored.

Me and my friend the Master of Cabbage:

A sleepy sir and perhaps his grandmother...

Another man ecological minded reusing cardboard in his leisure:

My room at the Hostel Pangea. At first I began at the 19 dollar a day one man room. But later I went to the 11 dollar a day dorm room. However, I would not highly recommend the place to anyone who will not take advantage of the free internet. Maybe I will go into it later... a lot of small things about Hostel Pangea added up to me being dissatisfied...

Here is two Canadian Girls I met at Hostel Pangea:

Here is a chunky South African Lady... I know what you are thinking wow she kind of cute but she needs to drop some weight. However she was by far one of the most charming kindly and magnanimous persons I met on my Conquistador Campaign. My great regret is that I forgot to ask her for her email... Ahh well likely she'd never keep up with me on the trail bike or sea swim anyhow...

Here she in the end on her computer during the San Jose Rain...

And here she is in my machtless arm:

Oh and here is me with a pink lass:

Wow here is me again with some drug dealers i happen to way lay for a picture (legal they were closing the pharmacy I HATE drugs)

Ahhh no she was not from Columbia:

These two ladies sold me some Billa Bong shorts for 6 bucks:

Yet another fancy shop lady:

A cute Shop lady...

A villa I'll move into win I take over the city

Right well what can I say about San NoCozaye? It was a large city rampant with drug addicts. The most irritating of these drug addicts (I am assuming here they were on drugs) were the NATIVE AMERICANS who told me they: 1 Lost their passport 2 Were not going to ask me for money 3 Asked me for money

This is truly pathetic as you know they had the cash to get down there got hooked on CRACK and now walked around the high tourist areas to scam rich looking foreigners (like Me). However, they are their own punishment as they will inevitably destroy themselves.
On the other hand I did like the food and there were plenty of Taco Bells and a Burger King so it can't be classified as uncultured.