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Costa Rica : Testimonies belonging to the Guaro

Every country has a unique beverage it claims as its own. In Costa Rica, the beverage of preference is Guaro.

Beverages

There is a particular national pride related to claiming an alcoholic beverage. Think of Mexico and tequila immediately concerns mind. Vodka, needless to say, matches Russia. Visit Greece and an ouzo headache can’t be far behind. Aquavit in Sweden will surely turn your head…and stomach. Costa Rica, needless to say, couldn’t overlook the fun.

Guaro

Depending where bartender you talk to, Guaro is either a mind erasing alcohol beverage or a power drink with a little kick. Guaro is the national beverage of Costa Rica. Despite visiting Costa Rica on multiple occasions, I have not tried. And once and for all reason.

The Guinea Pig

Ten people were chilling out in the beach town of Carrillo just taking later in the day after a later date in the sun. Carrillo is a great town for fishing and a couple of epic surf spots are close by. It resembles Tamarindo, but without the overwhelming ex-pat influence. Unfortunately, Carrillo is incredibly tame at night. Put another way, there is really nothing to do.

A bit bored, the ten people had congregated in a café overlooking the ocean. Tables and chairs had been pushed together and we’d reached the idea later in the day where we were telling lies about how precisely great we used to be. The bartender/owner approached our table and suggested we hadn’t experience Costa Rica until we’d sampled Guaro. Among our merry band was selected.

Known humorously as Mexico Mike, our guinea pig was experienced in the methods for Mexican Tequila. Mexico was remotely near to Costa Rica, therefore the drinks were probably similar pink whitney mixed drinks. Indeed, Mexico Mike was the man for the job.

The shot glass came. Jokes were made. Mike through it back. A small grimace, a lime, slaps on the trunk and general laughter. Just once we started egging one another to be another person to see Costa Rica, an interesting thing happened.

Mexico Mike was becoming Pink Mike. Laughter stopped and concern spread over the table like the rash developing on his arms. We were probably three hours from the hospital and the term “pink eye” was dealing with a bigger meaning. His skin was turning pink! You could actually view it moving down his arms and across his chest. His girlfriend, Stuart, wasn’t happy!

It needs to be a strange feeling to sit there and watch your skin layer change colors. Mike was cracking jokes as is his nature, but there clearly was an absolute tension to his laugh. Fortunately, the reaction soon slowed and retreated. Within 20 minutes, he was good as new and we’d a new story to tell.

 

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