Apologies for poor typing: this is a spanish keyboard and it's screweed freom overuse.

Today was an object lesson in how not to execute a trip: we had a plan, to travel from La Fortuna direct to San Jose by public bus - a direct route which would hae entailed lots of stops (Costa Rica buses stop for everyone, everywhere) but for some reason, when a dodgy Tico dude promised us a faster ride if we travelled witrh his bus, Dave and Stephen jumped at the chance. George had strong reservations, but I was content to observe and see what happened. In my gut I felt a scam, but the thrill of watching a clusterfuck was too enticing, so I went along with it.

And so it happened. The 'direct bus service' actually stopped every 200 metres, just as the dodgy promoter had threatened the regular public bus would, and it took ages to get to San Ramon, where we had to change and pay more to get the bus to San Jose. So not only dod we pay more, the hourney took longer. And, while we were at the bus station waiting for a change, George's bag was stolen. It was a pretty good lift, and the other people in the bus queue only told us once the thief had left the bus station, but fortunately the only valuable thing in the bag was his house keys. We arrived in San Jose at 8pm minus a bag, whereas if we had stuck to the plan we'd have been there at 5pm with bag intact, and 4000 colones better off. Anyhow, we made it, mostly.

So in the evening of the 11th November, we checked in at Costa Rica bacpackers, the same place we arrived at. A few cans of Imperial lager and a Pollo Salsa Bechamel, and we were right back at the beginning again. We checked out El Pueblo, La Reine and basically repeated our first night once again. Itś now 5am, time for bed, and my last missive before England. What a holiday! In retrospect, there was nothing I wouldn't have done, which has to be a good position to be in. Fortunately, I have a whole day before I have to fly. Dave has to get up in 150 minutes.

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