Ahhhgg, fast food...
I get up at six and work flat out for three hours on my bike, readjusting the carbs, re-routing the fuel line and other fun stuff, before the heat comes up. Then I arrange for a new rack to be made, supervise that, take a siesta, watch the rain for a while, eat a filet of white fish in garlic with beer on the seafront and go on the net for a while. My first break in a while. Iíve got that peaceful easy feeling.
Photo: Didier Martin
Rain stops play today. It was good to watch it come down in such quantity. The rainy season is extending for my visit. I am the rainmaker. Toads the size of a childís fist appear in the restaurant. They hop about looking like they own the place. Some of the Tica girls scream. Aren't they used to them? I canít help but think it is for the benefit of their older Anglo Saxon gentlemen friends.
The beaches are full of frat boys. One good thing about USAification is the availability of fast food. I tuck into my first whopper for a month. I feel no shame after reading Fast Food Nation. The reason we like it, the author explains, and keep going back, is that it tastes so good. Never thought of that one.
Posted by at November 13, 2003 04:54 PM GMT