My last 35 hours have been pretty nerve- wracking.
It started with getting to the gate at the airport in Frankfurt. I expected a typical gate with normal safety standards. I didn’t expect face scan and a gate that looked like I would enter a pre-war room.
After 30 minutes of delay I could finally get into the plane that would take me to the Dominian Republic. Everything worked out well in the plane, I found some good movies to watch (Sparrow, Love Simon) and the food was good.
The only thing that annoyed me was that I was the lucky one who would have an obese man sitting next to you. That meant a silent fight over the armrest, constant shaking when he was moving and a constricting atmosphere.
The second flight went by without any further interactions. I had two seats for my own and that settled a pleasant flight.
When I arrived in San Jose I thought my bus was starting at the airport, well I was wrong. Of course I had to take a taxi for 35 dollars to the centre.
At the bus station I met Lisa, my first friend here. You will get to knwo everything about her in another post. Both of us were lost and needed a “companero” who we luckily found.
The first bus we took brought us to Nicoya and a market place which was full of locals.
Again I made the experience that Costa Ricans are very friendly people who do not hesitate to help you with anything. Even when we jumped the queue a guy apologized when we pushed him.
Fortunately we got two free seats in the bus because at least ten people stood in the walkway for the whole time. We thought the bus would take three hours but no it took 5!
Nevertheless we enjoyed the first bus trip a lot and had some nice conversations with locals. Unfortunately we had the status of a tourist and nobody wanted to talk to us in spanish.
The second bus trip was a lot more adventurous because firstly we did not get a seat, secondly the streets on which we were driving got a lot more bumpy so a little jumping and crushing from one side to the other couldn’t be avoided. There were also some creepy men who starred at us the whole time and I was kind of getting nervous and a little anxious but at the end they were nice people…
After three hours we finally got to Nosara but we didn’t know where to get out so we just jumped of somewhere at the road. And then we stood there just laughing at this unexpected situation.
When a car drove by I stopped it and asked the guy where the place was Lisa needed to go to. He told us where and invited us to a party. That came unexpected and in Germany this would never happen but it was kind of cool.
Lastly I had to go to my own accomodation so a TucTuc drove me all the way up to the Refugee.
It was so scary to sit in this small “car” with all of my luggage and on a dirt track that did not look that
safe. But here I am so I must have made it!
I thought I looked calm and confident at the airport. Well, next time!
* 30.09.2018-1.10.2018 *