Festival de la Luz

Trip Start Oct 28, 2006
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Trip End Jan 09, 2007


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Tica Linda Hotel

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Monday, December 18, 2006

We arrive in San Jose at 3am saturday morning; perfect time to be wandering the streets with a big backpack. Even as we stepped off the bus  I could see groups of drunken men in baseball caps eyeing us off like packs of coyotes waiting for a couple of young antelope to break away from the pack. Luckily a cab ride got us to the hotel Tica Linda without too much hassle where we woke up the frinedly owner and sorted out a room.

The next day encountering barriers by the side of the road we discovered that we were in town for the Festival De La Luz a massive christmas festival. The procession constituted a strange amalgam of cultures and eras; girls in traditional getup dancing to rap and reggaeton, strange stilt walkers and a lengthy procession of elaborate floats some featuring giant robots many featuring brightly attired beauty queens and one featuring a giant shopping cart this one obviously sponsored by the local supermarket chain. The other main feature of the festival appeared to be throwing handfuls of confetti as hard as you can into other peoples faces, we lost several beers to this violent pastime as well as copping confetti in the eyes, mouth and I was still combing bits of paper out of my hair days later.
Once the festival died down and the streets became the playground of beer swilling gangs of baseball cappers we hooked up with our new Tico matey Jorge and took a cab to the clubbing district known as El Pueblo. The place was definately happening. After passing through a metal detector you wander round quaint little cobblestone streets and take your pick from the dozens of clubs. Some were packed to almost unbearable intensity but we also managed to find one big relatively empty warehouse type space which was playing traditional music for dancing couples on the deserted dancefloor. 
A few hazy hous later and I find myself in a car with a bunch of Nicaraguans, Jorge and a loopy girl from San Fran. I had in fact been chattin to the Nicaraguans most of the night and I trusted them to give me a ride home but I started getting a little scared as we drove further and further from the city to drop one of them off. In the end despite the hour long drive out to the burbs I had nothing to worry about although I wonder maybe if Jorge was payin em so he could have some fun with the San Fran girl in the back seat. It seems unlikely however as earlier in the night the driver was in competition with Jorge for the gringas hand and when I jumped out at the hostel I was a little worried for Jorge who was left alone with 3 big Nicaraguans after noisily rubbing in his victory in the backseat of their car.
 
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