Our Costa Rican tour guide was wonderful. Carlos knows the pitfalls and danger spots in the country (actually, not too many), as well as knowing where the ‘best’ prices were for we touristas.
Carlos spent some time in the States, earning cash to afford to start up his tour business. So, his grasp of the English language is pretty good. And, actually, so is his accent. We rarely had to ask him to repeat anything.
There were, however, some very obvious exceptions.
On arrival, as we were all getting settled on the bus, Carlos informed us he had soda drinks for us.
Carlos: “Okay, peoples*, we have some Cock and Diet Cock for you!”
He also had a slight pronunciation problem with the word “Folks”.
Carlos: “Okay, Fucks, here’s what we are doing next…”
Or, then again, maybe he DIDN’T have trouble with pronunciation…hmmm….
One of the couples on the trip went into town alone while the rest of us lounged by the pool. They stopped at a place where the road was full of potholes.
Carlos: “Okay, Fucks, be careful of the buttholes out there.”
Unfortunately, my deputy adjacent assistant auxiliary dive buddy** pulled Carlos aside and corrected him so he didn’t say it after the third day.
Oh, and a couple more pictures – –
*He did tend to pluralize plurals….peoples, gentlemens…much fun!
**My preferred dive buddy being unavailable, on an adventure of her own, and sorely missed on this trip.