The pump concern eventually became a crisis, complete with stories of bribery, deceit, being stuck in their least favorite country, in a disco club hostel, feeling the youthful crunch of drug searches, and oh yeah, two white boys on a bike, as Woody provides a colorful picture for us:
"hey, its me again. so have those fuel pumps showed up yet or what? today we took our bikes to the ktm dealer here in san jose to have the radiators flushed. when they were all done and put it back together, it wouldn’t run. the fuel pump decided to die on the spot. this is a real bummer. fortunately, the mechanic is good and all of the guys at the shop are very helpful. my bike is there, safe and sound, waiting for a new fuel pump. tomorrow these guys are going to search all the motorcycle shops and parts stores in the city for a temporary pump. i believe that we will be able to come up with something that will work. fuel pumps are relatively universal, as long as the pressure is close, we should be able to make her run. so when you can, please send the new pumps. i talked with the santos, the owner of the shop, and he said that there should be no problem shipping to his shop, as long as it is DHL. i am not sure how long it will take, but i would guess somewhere around 2 weeks. maybe there is faster shipping for a bit more money? if so, i say go for it. costa rica kind of sucks. it is nothing like the rest of central america. i am sitting at a computer at this hostal, it has a swimming pool, a bar, a restaurant, and a dance floor. like a club dance floor. it really sucks. we stayed here last night because it was cheap, and close to the ktm dealer, and because we were only going to stay for one night. and here we are, again. there is a kid who works here, however, who has a ktm, speaks english pretty well, and seems to have some connections in this city.
wow. 3 hours ago i started writing to you, at which point, 20 police officers entered the hostel and demanded everyone’s passports. they have been going through all the rooms with a dog, looking for drugs. they have not been to our room yet, and they will not find anything, unless, of course, they decide to plant something. wouldn't that be just great. as i was saying, costa rica really sucks and if i never come back here again, i will be happy.
tonight richard and i rode through san jose on his bike. the two of us, morons that we are, navigating through third world traffic in the dark, me holding onto the gps and shouting directions and richard laughing hysterically each time he stopped quickly and i slammed into his back. comical. wish someone who knew us, could have seen us. we are supposed to be waiting in our rooms for the police to come with the dogs, but after 2 hours we have moved into the computer room. our connection here, his name is mauricio, has gotten us a private room in the basement, where it is quiet, for the price of a dorm bed. he also got us free parking for the bikes, or bike, as it were. well being that i am going to have some time on my hands tomorrow, i will write to you soon enough. keep me posted."
-- luludilly
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