Well I’ve made it… or almost.
I’m in San Jose, I need to be in Nosara…
I should start with mentioning that I didn’t sleep the night before my departure, my nerves made sure of that. Thus at 5am Ottawa time (4am Costa Rica time), on zero hours of sleep, I trekked out to catch a bus to the airport. Ottawa was freezing, something like -30, I wore the only pair of pants I’m bringing, in addition to my packed sweater and windbreaker – I was just warm enough to wait for the bus.
Departing Ottawa was like clock work. However, because of the sub-arctic temperatures they had to coat the plane in a layer of anti-freeze. It was a little concerning at first because we weren’t told that this would happen. Suddenly moments before the engines lit to carry us into the sky the plane stopped and a weird looking truck drove up to the plane. A part of the truck lifted on a small crane attached to the back and then began spraying the plane in an orange mist from some attached hoses. I deduced it must be anti freeze.
In Toronto I had to re-check my bags, because I was transferring through Miami and the US makes you clear customs (even if you’re just transferring through an airport) before you take off. I arrived in Miami and had 45 minutes to race from one end of the huge airport to the other. Than my flight was delayed, so I bought Wendy’s and watched Boston Legal to pass some of the time.
One more uneventful flight (third flight that day) and I landed in San Jose, Costa Rica. I was bound and determined to get downtown via local bus as opposed to taxi, which meant saving around $19.60 USD. It also meant dusting cobwebs off my Spanish, despite running on zero energy. The bus rise was a little tense… I didn’t know where the stop was, what it looked like, when to call the stop, how to call the stop or if I was even on the right bus. Turns out I was, the bus dropped me off about a block from my hostel where I am now.
The hostel is cool, painted in random colours and run by some fat American ex-pat who wanders around between the front desk and his Wii console… That said this place has charm I was told there were three rules that applied to me when I arrived: 1. No drugs, no outside booze, they have their own 24h bar. 2. Return sheets and towels when I check out. 3. Be cool. I’m in an 8 person room, the hostel is almost empty right now and my room is something like $10 a night.
I haven’t slept in two days. The last three have been a crazy emotional rollercoaster, however, sitting here typing this out over a beer in the front foyer of the hostel has me facing a really cool new reality… I’m actually going to be in Costa Rica for the next six months. Crazy. Anyway, I need to sleep, tomorrow is touring around and I need to purchase a bus ticket to Nosara for the day after.
P.S. I’m currently talking with a lady who works at the hostel… she’s from Guelph, what a small world.