Traveling is easy.... yeah sure.
Trip Start Jan 03, 2008
6Trip End Jan 25, 2008
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It had to have been Matts idea to hit the airport bar.... alright fine it was mine but whose counting anyway...
Anyhow, we arrived in San Jose, Costa Rica at 7 am severely hung over and dehydrated from the night before. Immigration was manageable, and all of our boards actually made the trip unscathed. From the airport we hired a taxi to takes us to the Caribe terminal where we would be boarding a bus for the Panamanian border. After the driver literally drove us all the way around town, he 创found创 our destination, only to discover we were at the wrong terminal!! We shot over to another bus terminal across town where we were then redirected to what really was just a bus stop in the middle of the ghetto. And when I say ghetto I mean G-H-E-T-T-O!!!
创Dont leave your stuff anywhere and stay in plain sight创, the cab driver says with a wary look in his eyes. He then sped off in search of the next unknowing tourist/ sucker.
With those inspiring words still ringing in our ear, we boarded a bus and began what would be the most uncomfortable and flat out miserable ride of my life
We finally arrived at the border crossing to find it like any other 3rd world border crossing you might happen upon. Swindlers and beggars about, we weaved our way through to the immigration check point, clinging tightly to our baggage and keeping a watch on little kids trying to reach into our pockets. I didnt care, I was just glad to get off that fucking bus!
We were 创helped创 by a huge rasta who took care of our taxi, stamps, and all the other stupid hoops youre requred to jump through. When that was done he put us on a cab for Changuinola. The board racks I brought came in handy (thanks dad) since our cab driver seemed not to have any remorse for our gear as he went flying down the road, hitting giant pot holes like they gave him bonus points in a video game
After being ripped off by our cab driver (25 BUCKS!!) we then boarded a ferry that would take us to Bocas Del Toro. The ferry was awesome. (check out the photos) This is the kind of priceless stuff I travel half way around the world for. It winded us up through the jungle at high speeds spraying crocodiles and other wetland inhabitants in its wake. Picturesque, beautiful, pick an adjective... it was that good.
Immediatly upon arrival on the main island of Colon we transferred our bags to another little panga that for a few dollars took us to Isla Bastimentos just as the sun set. I was so tired I could barely think straight but somehow we found the house we are staying at in the dark and dumped our stuff off. We grabbed a qucik bite to eat and went to sleep.
My next blog will deal with this incredibly unique island and the bizarre series of events that led us to want to come here. Oh yeah, I might have a few things to say about the surf too.