Friday, March 16, 2007

Still Here and Still Kicking

Well I am still here in Liberia and still working, though it has been a pretty crazy week. Jan is definitely not with The Journal any more and I haven’t seen him or talked to him since last Friday. I don’t know what he’s doing but I’m sure he’s fine. The office is still locked and the computers are still gone. I was told initially that our tech person who took them would be back on Wednesday to re-install everything but that definitely didn’t happen. So consequently, I’ve had to work from my laptop and Internet cafes all week to try and get things done. Apparently the computers will be there on Monday but I’m not holding my breath.

I also spoke with the owner Miguel and he is not worried about the future of the newspaper. I think Jan perhaps overestimated his influence in the company so hopefully everything works out. I don’t know for sure, but I feel much better about everything.

Moving on, last weekend I was actually able to meet up with Chad and the soccer guys from Ames. I took the last bus from Liberia to San Jose and got in about 12:30, hopped in a taxi and showed up at the hotel at 12:45AM. I called up to the room and woke up Chad and told him to come down to the lobby and let me up. I would have slept well but one of the dads who I was sharing the room with snored louder than anyone I’ve ever heard in my life. It was so bad that I actually hit him with my pillow in the middle of the night. I had to wear my headphones with the pillow over my head and only then was I able to get a little sleep.

The next day was a lot of fun because I just hung around with the guys and actually got to play in their game. It was great to run around and touch a ball again. Later that night we went to a game between two of the top teams in the Costa Rican professional league. It was a good game and it was especially cool because it was really foggy and at some points you could barely see across the field.
Sunday I left the team and met up with Alex and Peter in San Jose, the two other writers, and we went to a fiesta near where Peter lives. It was fun until a huge street fight broke out and somebody got knived in the throat. We were all standing right at the front when some drunk crack heads started going at it but I was the first one to get the hell out of there when shit started to get really crazy. People were throwing bottles and garbage cans and it was escalating quickly when the police finally arrived. Don´t worry Mom, I bolted when things got out of hand. ¡Loco!

Alright, gotta get back to work. Sorry, to cause alarm to anyone. Things have been pretty hectic but are getting back under control.

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