No pictures today, as I left my camera and phone at home for security reasons.
Rang-in new years with a couple of Edinburgh Scots. Good times, but the locals really LOVE their fireworks. And I don't mean the nice oohs and ahhs, sparkles in the sky, raining down pretty lights fireworks. More like small explosions. Locals were slaves to them throughout the last two weeks, as you could here them every couple of hours ringing out in the streets - and echoing in your ears. It was ramped-up exponentially last night though, as emboldened teen-aged Ticos took full advantage of the relaxation of noise by-laws (if there are any) and social tolerance.
There were a few dazzlers at midnight, but mostly it was just noise makers throughout the night. The tiny town of Puerto Viejo became party central as people packed the streets and bars. There is only one road into and out of the town, and the East end (where most of the bars are located) forced drivers to slither trough the crowd with paper thin tolerances on either side - some of the drivers with beers in hand.
Throughout the night I did not feel the least bit threatened, and didn't see a single altercation or hear an angry word uttered. Perhaps I've been lucky, perhaps I've made the right choices. Or perhaps the lore of Costa Rican crime has greatly surpassed reality. Whichever the case, I'm not complaining.
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