Storm in Puerto Jimenez – Puerto Jimenez, Costa Rica
Storm in Puerto Jimenez
Puerto Jimenez, Costa Rica
|Sunrise over Golfito. Redemption!|
Exhausted, not knowing where my next dollar will come from, I find a pay phone in a dark corner of the street and punch in the code for my phone card, which has six minutes remaining, and take the action of last resort, calling my credit card bank. They put me on hold. A credit card PIN cannot be handed out over the phone and a cash advance is not possible, because tomorrow, I had forgotten, is Sunday, Domingo.
I had enough money to eat, pay for my room, or take the bus out of town, probably not enough to do more than one, my choice.
|Sign in my room|
As I started to doze, rain started pounding on the tin roof with countless thwacks and thunder roared with such violence that it shook the home down down to its foundations. Sometime during the night the power and water cut off.
I awoke to the crowing of a rooster several hours before my ferry would be departing. In my initial stupor I wanted to strangle the thing, until I realized that, like an overcautious mother, it got me up in time to save my hide and get some breakfast in the process. I wandered down the alley to a soda the catered to early birds and ordered some cafe negro and eggs with black beans and rice, which was my breakfast almost every other day as well.
|My roommate, the gecko|
I carefully monitored the way to the last bank. I found a small cooperative bank tucked along the street, punched in my information with bated breath, and the cash that sifted out shortly thereafter felt like casino winnings from a one armed bandit. I collected my colones and gave thanks to a god I didn’t particularly believe in until that moment.
I stopped in the supermercado in Golfito and, secure in my finances, gathered my lunch, ham, cheese, an ice cream bar, and some corn rings. I sat on a bench and a half naked derelict approached me and asked me in English what I had for him. I gave him some ham, and he wanted to give me his coffee in return. I walked to an open air soda near the dock and drank cafe negros until the next ferry arrived.