Beach bums, terribly cute children, and a man who feeds cocodrilos!

Sorry folks, short on time, but lots of photos. Check out what the dynamic duo is up to now!!!

This is a man.

This is a man feeding cocodrilos (crododiles to you gringos)

No, he didnt lose his and in the next 3 seconds.

Helllllooooo nurse! how are YOU doing tonight

In english, these are known as shadows.

This is a crocodile, sunning his teeth.

Frigate birds are ENORMOUS!!!

This is a hominid, sunning HIS teeth.

This is a giant insect that the duo found on the floor of their apartment... and a millipede in the foreground.

This piece is called gecko on glass and sells for 56,000 Colones. (100 USD, payable in cash or check to Kevin and Tasha)

Here, the duo is seen with the ever charismatic couple, Stalin and Deysi Cano who endured their clumsy spanish and slaty presence for many evenings, early morning surfing sessions, and after dinner games of UNO.

Here, Stalin is accompanied my his two daughters, Luz (the reigning UNO Champion), and Beatrice.

Tasha and Deysi on top of a small mountain to the south of Jaco Beach at sunset.

This is an unbearably cute munchkin named Maria Sabana who roamed the kitchen and grounds of the estate of Augusto and Johanna Cano and the IPAI language school, responding to others using only grunts and squeaks.

Here, a brah shreds some sick gnar in the Jaco Beach surf

Beatrice and Luz, shaking hands with the monkey named Mikey at the local butterfly and neofauna park.

The underside of a crazy frog stuck to the glass of an aquarium at the neofauna park.

our fearless traveler, Tasha, holding one of the most poisonous snakes in the entire world... (not really)

the topside of the aforementioned crazy frog.

our guide at the animal and butterfly park, standing in front of a rack of chrysalises, waiting to come out.

another picture of senor crazy frog.

our guide, holding a butterfly up for our inspection.

Sabana and her fearsome guard puppy, Zoe (pronounced so-ee)

A mugshot for your records of our friend, Kevin, headed south on a bus for Quepos and yet another adventure.

BANANAS!!!!!

ok, so they're not the best photographers, but our friendly pair are giving it their best. check out some of the places they have been just in the last 4 days!!!

the pair were treated to a sunset view on their flight from newark, NJ to San Jose.

Pretty clouds!!!
After a night at a hostel in san jose, the pair made their way to the bus terminal an bought their tickets to jaco beach, a pacific paradise!!!
Kevin started running his mouth about maple syrup, so a local stuffed his pie hole with a banana.
After getting to Jaco, the pair met up with their benevolent hosts, Augusto and Johanna, who run an english and spanish language school in jaco. here, tasha is getting ready to head out for the evening, outside of the apartment where the two are staying.
a small river, flowing onto the beach and into the pacific.
Tasha, btushing up on her spanish in the apartment.
A terrible photo (again, they're working on it) of the main street in Jaco.
Hermit crab tracks on the beach, early in the morning.
a fuzzy white bird.
Four heron like birds fishing in the curl of the waves.
Sunrise on Jaco beach is around 6 AM.

Needless to say, our friends are having fun, and they hope you are as well.

Slednecks, New Years, and Dudley the Goat

Well Folks, I suppose it's been awhile since our last visit with our intrepid travelers, but things have been busy with them. They've been bagging peaks, taking names of call center nimrods, and testing new wind-propulsion transit systems. Let's just say that, although it's been a while, the world is now a safer place.

First off, our couple traveled south to their friend Hillary's house for a bit of biscotti and cold, cold fun. Tasha experimented with cross country skis for the first time, but unfortunately the cosmos were not exactly accommodating with the weather. Hillary lives on a small pond outside of Concord, New Hampshire, and the wind whipping across the ice on their first venture outside dropped the wind chill well below Zero degrees, and cut their outing a bit short.


On the upside, the excessive wind was a perfect opportunity for Kevin to test a new technology in personal transportation.

By skiing to one end of the lake and holding onto a small tarp that had been braced by two old cross-country skis to hold it open, Kevin attempted to break the world ice speed record for cross country skis (which have almost no steering capabitly on ice), as seen above.


His speed was so great that the above photo was not able to focus on his blindingly fast figure as he crashed and burned upon catching an edge in an errant patch of snow. (his horizontal orange and black form can be seen sliding across the ice above).


He should have known better than to try breaking any record on a full moon at dusk.


Especially with Dudley the goat around!!! (above, an enraged Kevin is seen demanding that Dudley surrender his milk money, or face the consequences).


Next on the list was a trip to the big city. After the GPS on Tasha's Crackberry led the couple in a few loop-dee-loops on the way there, they were able to meet up with Kevin's longtime bosom-buddies, Jon and Val (above). They stuck to the train from then on.

Above, Tasha is seen having a panick attack at the amount of snow, people, cars, and buildings present all in one place.

After Tasha's panic episode, Kevin had to carry her around on his back as they explored the city, and ease her nerves by bringing her to see this giant Christmas tree.

(dramatic musical itro...) Tasha oficialy touched the atlantic ocean!!!!!

Upon exiting the subway station, our gang of angries were met by a throng of people, banners with a crimson bovine plastered up everywhere, and the largest speakers any of them had ever seen. After a painfully long intro (during which one 59-year old boston man was heard shouting "Turn off the G*d D*#%n music and jump the Fu&#@ng snowmobiles!!!"... gotta love boston...), a cadre of 3 professional freestyle snomobile jumpers raced out of a tent, pulling wheelies on the brick courtyard of government square. Eventually, the three young men acquiesced to the old man's demands, clearing the 70 foot gap jump with 35 feet of air, and pulling some sweet tricks on the way. shnikes! (sh-n-eye-keys)

The gang rand into these frogs playing a lovely ballad in the boston commons that evening.

THey then were treated to a raucaus fireworks show.

And a new year's day trip to the "Bigg man salon", where getting your hair cut is like getting your milk money stolen by that middle school bully who hit puberty before everyone else.

Once the pair was sufficiently shorn and partied-out, they headed to the north country in Vermont for some fun in a winter wonderland.

This is where the peak-bagging part comes in.

"I will crush this mountain!!!!"

A celebratory High-5 atop Owl's Head mountain

Tasha's senior photo in the window of the stone CCC gazebo on the summit.

Trees need Killin' everywhere you turn...

Tasha, Getting pumped for the hike up Vermont's Highest summit for some sweet pow pow, and maybe even some freshies.
Kevin, lost in a jungle of white near the summit of Mt. Mansfield (4,393')
Kevin, strapping in at taft lodge, getting ready for sredding some sick gnar on the way down.




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