Gulch fever is a very real ailment and the solution is always to GET THE HELL OUTTA THE GULCH. Everytime I went with a running buddy and we got out of the gulch we had a much better time (alone to Puerto Viejo, not so much

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The fond memories I have had nothing to do with mongering concern the following near priceless memories:
1) Scuba diving out of Tamarindo and Ocotoal, seeing sealife I have never seen elsewhere
2) Eating in all the really nice resturants in and around Tamarindo and Ocotal.
3) Stopping at a cigar bar where an amazingly beautiful and sweet young Tica worked (boy, she would earn a king's ransom as a P4Per)
4) Almost getting bumped from a flight on Sansa because some ticket agent wanted to get either collect a bribe or get his buddies on the plane and then have a female captain dress the guy down in Spanish telling him, they are on the manifest, so they are going; meaning me and my bud.
4) Flying out of Tamarindo back to SJO in a Piper Caravan
5) Having dinner with Maximus62 and RangerBattBoy at the Esquina De Argentina and talking sheet while eaing good grub
6) Most favorite of all; explaining to the Spanish speaking van driver taking us back to our hotel from the dive shop that my running buddy had to get back to the states because his boyfriend was angry he was away and my buddy not realizing what was up until we arrived and the van driver said to him in English "Goodbye Sweetheart"
I would suggest anyone who fears they might get sick of the gulch at least plan some day trips to the myriad of sites in the beautiful country.
Are all priceless memories of life outside the gulch.