The Playas del Coco Switcheroo (part two)

By BobbyRica | February 10, 2011

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If you want to follow the story consecutively, read the first part here.

I wasn’t really unconscious when the guy punched me. I was faking it. Getting into an altercation is stupid if there are four hulking bruisers ready to take you on. I thought if I played possum, I’d know what the hell these morons wanted from me.

As I lay down the hot Playas del Coco sand, I wondered where the heck these goons will take me. I felt two sets of hands grab my shoulders and legs to lift me from the ground. One guy whispered something that sounded like a cuss word as he pulled me up. The poor schmuck was out of shape and had difficulty carrying me. In my mind’s eye, I can see people from the vicinity had stopped what they were doing and were gawking at our little commotion. I was waiting for the police to arrive but nada.

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Minutes passed before I was hoisted to a hard wooden surface that bobbed up and down. I was in a boat! During their conversation, I kept on hearing Witch’s Rock and this guy Stewart. Maybe he was a gunrunner, or worse a drug dealer. But I couldn’t understand what these assholes were talking about. They must be talking in Klingon for all I care!

Witch’s Rock is an hour and half boat ride away from Playas del Coco. It’s just off the coast of Santa Rosa National Park. It’s a very popular surfing site which the government is now trying to control the infux of people.

“I know you’re awake,” barked one of the guys as he kicked me on my right shoulder. “Sit up or I swear I’d bash your face in!” His voice was thick with that European accent you only hear in James Bond movies.

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I stood up and saw that we were in a catamaran, the fine spray of seawater making me alert. One of the goons tried to handcuff me. But before he can come any closer, I saw that my right leg was positioned in a way where I can kick his shin. So without hesitation, I sprung out my leg and kicked him right in the knee. The guy stood unsteadily, shocked. He was almost about to fall off out of the catamaran but he managed to hold on to one of the dangling ropes. It held him back up! Damn!

I swiveled my bottom to face the other guy who was stooped behind me. I then raised both my leg and used them to ram the guy’s face. Blood flew out of his nose as I quickly pushed myself up. I instinctively grabbed one of the wooden paddles and swiftly hit the guy again on mouth. One other goon from behind attempted to lunge at me, but he missed. He jumped straight into the water with a loud splash.

The man who I hit with the paddle fell to his knees as more blood squirted out of his nose and mouth. He was screaming bloody murder! I was already shaking like crazy when one of the remaining guys stepped towards me, suddenly hooked his arm around my neck and grabbed hold!

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I squirmed and tried to set myself free. The bloody-nosed guy quickly stood up, took out his jacknife from of his breast pocket, flicked the blade out and approached me. With gritted teeth, he inserted the blade into my left nostril. He then sliced the flesh out to my right cheek. The gleam of the blade caught the sunlight, blinding me temporarily wile I screamed in pain. My blood had also splattered all over his left cheek. Fortunately for me, the stranglehold on other guy was making me unconscious. And this time, it’s for real!

(to be continued)