Due to celebrations the night before my bus ride to San Jose, Costa Rica wasn’t one of my finest memories from Central America. I was now travelling solo as Frank had decided to chill in San Juan a bit longer but I had to be in San Jose for my flight on Monday! The border crossing into Costa Rica was a total nightmare, it was just totally disorganised and took us about 3 hours to get clearance. Fortunately there were a few familiar faces on the bus so I had people to talk to. I even talked to a few locals in hungover Spanglish which was fun.
I arrived in San Jose at about midnight and did everything that I was told not to .. ie I hopped into a Taxi without Taxi markings and without a meter … it was a nervous cab ride to the hostel but everything worked out fine and I made it safely. The hostel was very modern and clean and even had a pool which was much needed. I really liked San Jose, it was very modern, quite Americanised and the only Central American Capital city where I didn’t feel like I was going to be mugged and murdered. Unfortunately my time in CR was limited to only a couple of days so I didn’t get to explore any other areas. Before I knew it I was on a flight to the US of A!
