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Friday, 7 March, 2003
Pick a Passport, Any Passport
We got to the bus stop at 6:10 and the German-American from last night was there waiting for another bus. We waited for the café across the street to open and and then went and ordered coffee. We asked if they would be able to get it to us quick because we were expecting the bus any minute and they said sure, but then the bus showed and we had to skip out.
We reached the border in about thirty minutes and had to pay $4 to the Nicaraguans to let us out of the country. They wouldn’t even accept Córdobas, only dollars. We got some instant coffee from a woman at the bus stop and then re-boarded. The bus drove through a sprayer in order to enter Costa Rica.
We got off the bus again and got in a line which was not moving. Then we realized the electricity was out and they weren’t processing anybody. After about 2 hours, someone from the bus line came and collected our passports along with passports of other people who weren’t on our bus. they took them away and when they returned it was a crazy scene of calling out names and passing passports to people. We waited for our names to be called, but they never were. Then we saw that people from our bus were heading towards the bus so we followed them and boarded. The driver then gave us all our passports.
We got to watch 2 movies on the little TVs in the bus: “The Scorpion King” starring The Rock and “All About the Benjamins” starring Ice-T. Oh boy.
We reached San José too late to catch the 3:30 bus home, so we went and checked into our usual hostel. After stowing our stuff we went to do a few errands and ended up finding a cheap Chinese import store. We stopped for a beer at a big dance hall kind of place and there was this crazy Tico there who is apparently obsessed with gringos. First he dedicated a song to Alaine and then he came over and started talking to us in bad English and showing us photo albums. Most of the pictures were of his cars, furniture, and kids; he even had a naked picture of his wife!
We escaped from him and went back to the hotel and then to a movie, “The Gangs of New York”, one of the bloodiest things I’ve seen. Then Chinese food and then bed.
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