Manzanillo
I woke up to the mourning (punny)of Michael Jackson.The king of Pop is dead. What a strange concept. Mia and I watched the funeral in a Soda (restaurant) as we devoured our arroz con frijoles. It seemed like the procession was lengthy because the owner of the hostel was watching it 3 hours prior to us arriving to the soda. Costa Rica loves Michael Jackson. His music blares from every shitty transistor radio in every other cabina. It was weird to think that the whole world and millions of people was watching this funeral . Michael Jackson was a universal performer who transcended language. With Michaels death the whole world also witnessed the death of a lost genre of music. Mia and I then went on a hike that took more than 3 hours in a crab/coconut infested jungle. I saw some palm trees that were massive powerful and strong. There were at least 100 years old. Antique trees, in their retirement home of the jungle. (what a nice way to kick the bucket huh). The jungle was my citadel for the evening and removed every woe from the mind. It comforted me like a mother Panchamama and welcomed me with open arms. The humidity stuck to the skin and the silence of the jungle cushioned my soul. This was Pura Vida (spanish for pure life). The howler monkeys ,exquisite fauna and electrifying colors stimulated my retina, mind and eardrums. We walked back to the forest that was then infested with orange sea crabs. On the way back we ran out of water and Mia cracked a coconut on a tree to drink the water. I felt like we were on Survivor as I laughed taking paparazzi pictures of the whole ordeal. ................to be continued
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