Costa Rica Part 2 feat Yes, I was excited, but it finally went to the estate of the Internet billionaire. Three corners later we passed an unattended security gate and drove into a typical American Villa Park. We had arrived.
I looked around. grew in me the disappointment, I expected something much more impressive than some standard villa on the golf course, where the neighbor of the gynecologist in Phoenix, is one of spending his vacation. Oh well. At least Calvin Ayres's largest inhabited house in the area and before the door stood two bodyguards.
could about the ill-fitting suits of the bodyguard, we just ignore that made non-presence-being English myself but then a little suspicious. Whatever. Only a look into the booth.
waiting inside a well-tempered Calvin Ayres us. But his clothes were something to be desired: Featuring colorful Hawaiian shirt. Bermuda Shorts Plastic & Clocks. Cheers!
constantly accompanied by a camera team for its Internet site Ayres showed us his property. This should be with the film team in the coming days shall remain the way, constantly ne camera to have in your mouth, horrible! Even golden lion on a light marble offered to our eyes - that I already knew the result of "MTV Cribs," if Ne-Yo and Lil Jon representeten their booths. Usually has with people like these, the account balance so developed faster than the taste, then what actually ends always in terrible disasters. Like here in Costa Rica.
After two or three beers, we've also had 12 stories about wild booze-ups with Paris Hilton and belongs to all the other colorful personalities of the jet set, only to be asked at the table. The beer we had to drink out of the way plastic cups. With sugar rim. Stefan's cup was turquoise colored, my rather pearl. Then the door opened to the pool house and came out: the hostesses for the evening. The organization apparently had Calvin went to bat for us.
The seven models, who impressed particularly by the work of the local plastic surgeon should, we do not differ more from that minute of the page. Unease spread through me. Before that, I knew such a feeling just from Hamburg, Kiez, if can not find the hookers in the rest. To my confusion to fight something, I interpreted this as a Costa Rican hospitality. Where: Costa Rica seemed none of these models come. But as I just wanted to not want to know. Stefan us I are both happily married and from then on we were really just running away from our intrusive "accompaniments".
The meal reminded the way, more like a proper hotel breakfast and impressed particularly by quantity instead of quality. At the table sat the marketing manager of Bodog, the acceptance of the spectacle right behind. She was probably already used to. to crown
To the embarrassment of the scene, had a master of the house local show act hired. Four musicians and three dancers that do not end in an endless presentation performed traditional dances. I was beginning to feel like the celebrity dinner and sought refuge in the garden. There, however, stumbled even the bodyguards around in their ill-fitting suits. So I pushed Stefan and shortly after eating our strong jet lag before to let us go back to the hotel. We wanted to still get some rest, to compete the following day with all the freshness of the trip to the yacht and the photo shoot can.
be continued.
