The Fantastical Adventures of Adamo and David

How did Adamo, a brazen tourist and Yale senior, with less wits than the vanishing numbers in his bank account, find himself spread butt-naked on the rocky floor of a half-decent sushi restaurant, his mind spinning faster than a self-conscious white-girl, after snorting a handful of wasabi because his boredom whispered him the challenge, in a god-forsaken heathen-den of a town in Costa Rica?

While we are asking questions, how did this sometime well-mannered Jewish boy from the quiet suburbs of Johannesburg pop up in a country where he spoke none of the language, cared nothing for his outrageous conduct, and indulged his imaginative fancy with the literary-cum-rebellious spirit of a young man who would inject the collective works of Shakespeare into his veins if the medical procedure existed?

These questions, dear reader, will drag us onto a fantastic journey, unlike any other. Tip your hat to the fading shores of reality, and brace for impact on the rough uncharted seas of a turbulent mind. We punt our boats beyond sense or reason. In stages incremental and drastic, you shall spy the descent of an auspicious young man Adam, self-destined a scribbling scholar, into the enviably reckless, downright debauched and unwhisperable-around-the-family-table pit of extravagance and goodly fun in a strange land.