So there has not been much updating being done, due to the fact that, oh yeah nothing has happened. I am feeling extreme writers block as well. Except for this weekend it was time for me to exit the country and head on down to Panama.
Glenn, a volunteer from Wales decided to come down with me. I woke up at 5:30 on Friday morning to catch the 7 a.m. bus to Sixaola the town in Costa Rica that touches the border with Panama.
The entire experience was very stressful, we were being pushed around and yelled at. We had to go to three different spots and they are no good with directions and nothing is labeled, so you literally have to be ok with being pushed around. Everyone at their station has a different little story they like to tell you which was quite frustrating and hard to figure out the real facts. I was thankful that there was not a lot of people. After the experience was over and seeing as how it was only 10 o’clock in the morning, I was ready for a cocktail, you can see how unpleasant it was. Very annoying!!
After our passports were stamped we headed (I mean were shoved into a taxi) by taxi to the water station to take us to Bocas. The taxi went smoothly, you know crazy driving all over the road it reminds me of playing jello as kids on the school but, only this wasn’t a game played by choice. We met a lovely couple from Israel who joined us in our taxi jello game. They were very kind and we ended up walking around with them finding seeing the town and looking for an ideal place to stay. Eventually, Glenn and I decide it was best to hit up this hostel that was number one in the guide books called Mondo Taitu. The place was pretty much a shit hole in that but than again what hostel is first class. People clearly stayed there for the environment which in the end is what makes a good hostel. We got a private room which was nice and than headed out and walked around town for a bit.
We ended up running into a girl that I had originally met in Cahuita. She had also been working for a restaurant in town on Playa Negra and was taking a few days to travel as well. We ended up going and grabbing a bite at this “Burrito Festival” which consisted of Glenn and I and Tori and three guys from the states she was traveling with, not quite the festival however nice to eat something besides rice and it was delicious at that.
The picture with the bridge is what we had to cross in order to get into Panama, which was one of the scariest experiences of my life. This "bridge" had holes all over, wasn't properly fenced in, you name it! I thought and said out loud, oh great if I fall I die, I laughed out loud but I was feeling a little anxious and that was my comic relief!! We made it across both times just fine with no complications. Luckily at one point while crossing you go over a river which made me feel a little bit better, some cushion!
The water and tree picture is one I took on the way to Bocas. If you look hard enough you can catch a glimpse of the mountains behind the trees. It was absolutely beautiful scenery the entire time!!!
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