Aah... Out of San Jose - which didn't get better as Obama left - and with lovely driver and mate off to the Caribbean.

Slightly concerning start as it was just me and them. Did they think I'd arranged a private transfer? At X times the cost? No, of course not. Just two nice blokes taking me on a four hour journey to gorgeous Puerto Viejo de Talamanca.

Took a bit of trouble finding the hotel, but what a place! The usefulness of chatting to random strangers on boats.

So I've finally found the bit where the forest meets the sea. That'll do for now. But if I don't get that third night, I will cry. Or move somewhere else. One of the two.

Picture is of the scene as an excellent 4 piece (I want to say 'mellow soca') heralded the sunset. I'd loved to have 'Cafe del Mar'd' the occasion, but dub reggae ultimately did the job. The band were three old geezers and a ten year old kid on backing vocals and actions. Utter star.

So, I'm back in the groove and very happy with the situation. Was planning to moan on about something else, but what's the use? I'm a lucky man yet again.

Little bit of Vonnegut to finish off before I go out for my tea. [ ...'recordings of moronic cacophony']. Someone should use that.

Track of the day, redux? This.