The Del Rey’s Web site is respectable enough—“Children under 12 stay free“ is a nice touch—but the bad shit, the stuff that’ll get you in trouble, starts on the first link that comes up on Google. For another thing, Costa Rica is close, a four-hour flight out of Atlanta.
(“Hotel Del Rey and Blue Marlin Bar, the best known Sport-Bar and Casino of Costa Rica, are San José’s number one meeting spots, specially for single men looking for sexy girls, and night live activities.“) No, better to stay at the Holiday Inn. The hard-core-sex destinations—Thailand, Cambodia, the Philippines—require major investments in airfare and flying time, twenty-two hours to Manila on a direct flight, twenty-three to Bangkok.
It’s just on the other side of the park, and the staff doesn’t care who you bring back. Costa Rica, on the other hand, can be done in a long weekend.
They see it all night, every night, gringos tottering in with hookers. It’s relatively safe, fairly well developed, and friendly toward Americans.
No, it’s an average hotel with an intermittent ant problem. “We only want the people that want to spend a Pura Vida’ time.“Yet the whoremongers came in droves anyway.