Costa Rican Bullshi…
At the crack of Sunday’s dawn, when the light of the cool and misty morning first flickered in my eyes, I awoke to the sounds of the very heavy breathing of a creature that was definitely not human…
It was an enormous Costa Rican bull.
I love cows and bulls but this monstrous sized ‘toro‘ was snorting and stomping it’s huge feet over the flowering shrubs of a picturesque garden in the green hills about 45 minutes South West of Cartago.
This was not allowed.
Another Wild & Savage Costa Rica Critter
.Rushing outside half asleep into a wet and muddy garden dressed in nothing but a bathrobe and a pair of flips flops was probably not the smartest thing to do.
This was never going to make the cover of “Cowboy Fashion’ magazine!
Had you been present, you would have probably shook your head in disbelief as you saw me gently slapping the bull on it’s behind and politely encouraging it to move on.
The bull chose to respond to my polite pleas by nonchalantly defecating, and with his tail, somehow managed to swat a substantial portion of it all along the right hand side of my face, hair, arms, legs, feet, and bathrobe.
So the bull is three pounds lighter, I’m at least a half a pound heavier and I swear you could have heard him laughing!
The tale (or is it ‘tail’) was retold later that day in a telephone call to my parents in Scotland.
My father said to me; “But son, you’ve always been a fan of cows, right.”
Falling into his trap perfectly, I had to say: “Well yes and it seemed quite domesticated and…”
He quickly replied: “So the shi.. really did hit the fan!”
I groaned!
