This little cafe, about two blocks east of the Parque Central, is owned by and American guy and Nica gal. I love whiling away the morning here. The coffee is good Nica coffee, pretty girls file in and out, old ex-pats chew the fat and travelers marvel at the huge origami mobile that dominates the front room of the cafe.
Heard a metal on metal wham…this morning and saw the outcome. A motorbike and sedan clashed at the intersection and the bike lost. An old man was sprawled on the road next to his banged up ride. He was ok but I advised him to get a new helmet as I helped him up. The deep split in the crown of the skid lid signaled the end of life for the helmet as it expired saving it’s owner. The cafe waiter simply said…every day, every day, people crazy.
I don’t know if either driver was crazy but I do know that if you are not on your toes around here on a motorbike you’ll end up on your ass.