Here Comes Willie
Continued from Part I: Bad Roads Lead to Good People
I wish I took a photo of this dude.
His car was one of those that you see parked for a few months wondering if and when it might get towed away. Thieves pass by and can’t be bothered to strip it. I try to watch the backseat passenger open and manage to squeeze into the only seat in the back. Next to me is a collection of chachkas that would make my Buby blush.
Willie speaks no English. He expresses himself with his full belly peering out from his sweaty T-shirt and his big smile. You just know he’s a kind soul. He’s driving a gringo to a gas station for Christ's sake.
I learn a lot about the country, that Costa Ricas is not just made up of Ticos and Ticas. It’s a melting pot of cultures from all walks of life. Diego himself is a former graphic designer turned farmer. He’s curious about everything and so thrilled to be able to brag about his country — I eat up every morsel.
At the gas station, I use 2 of Diego's discarded oil bottles to fill up with gas. Things are looking up as we head back to the ‘farm’. On the way back I learn bout Santa Teresa where I’m going next and some remote surf beaches that If I gather the courage will venture to explore.
Back at the ATV, I fill the gas tank up full. Diego gives me his Whatsapp number so we can keep in touch and I give him what I have cash-wise to show my gratitude. He is thankful but more excited that he has a new friend. So am I. Willie gives me a fist pump and mumbles something in Spanish as he circles the car to get in. I smile.
Diego reminds me again to Whatsapp him when I get back. I assure him I will and we say our goodbyes. I watch them disappear down a dirt road into the jungle. I start up my ATV and whisk along the coast as the sunsets. A warm feeling washes over me.
As I’m about to enter my place I hear a distinct tapping sounds like someone drumming badly on a pan. I look down and see a crab. Could it be the same one from the morning?
I shoosh it away and think to myself, man, what a day.