Yesterday after waking and doing bathroom duties I began getting dressed, by first pulling a coolmax t- shirt over my head. Seconds later I started to dry heave on account of the horrible putrid smell.
Time to do laundry but, first find the least offensive and less wet shirt to wear. In 2011 I thru hiked the Pacific Crest Trail and my normal was usually five days without a bath or shower then walk down off the trail to my next resupply town where my Logistician mailed my hiker box for the following week. By comparison any camino walk is not only different but, far easier. And the scenery- priceless.
Today on the Costa Rica Camino it felt at times like I was walking in the Olympic National forest in Washington state for all the pine forest and moss. The area known as the Hoh rain forest receives over 12 feet of rain a year. By comparison some mountain areas of Costa Rica can get up to 25 feet of rain per year.
By 1030 a.m. today on the Camino Costa Rica a huge fog bank quickly rolls in and within minutes I feel the cold air. The rain started out slow but, not enough to warrant stopping to take my rain jacket out. By the time I sat down under a big pine to enjoy a cool drink and a snack. A Tico suddenly pulls up in his Toyota by me with a surprised look on his face. I tell him Pura Vida. He tells me fifteen years ago he lived in California. I then say to him in Spanish that I’m walking across Costa Rica.
He looks down at my backpack and then at me and says mierda santa!!
Literal translation- holy shit!
Costa Ricans are called “ticos” because of their unique way of saying diminutives in Spanish. For example, when saying something is small —or “chico” in Spanish— Costa Ricans would say it is “chiquitico,” or very small.
We’re now just five days out from reaching the Pacific Ocean after having walked from the Caribbean ocean. Wonder how I’ll feel?
I’m imagining now the scene when Forrest of Forrest Gump is still running after he started three years ago for no special reason.
He crosses the country a couple of times and on his way, he gained a group of followers. As they run on a desert road with the Monument Vally behind them, Forrest suddenly stops running.
He turns around and says that he is tired and he is going home now. While he is walking towards the group they make space for him and you hear somebody say,
There’s an awful lot you can tell about a person by their shoes.” – Forrest Gump
“Always be able to look back and say, at least I didn’t lead no humdrum life.”
– Forrest Gump