Costa Rica and the Monteverde Reserve
By now I was a master of bussing around. I could doze in just about the most uncomfortable seat you could imagine and endure all sorts of horrific Spanish and English movies that featured on the overhanging TVs. The border crossing from Panama to Costa Rica was long and arduous. It seemed to take ages for anybody to get stamped out and in. We finally got through and carried onto San Jose, the capital. This place looked pretty ugly. Staring out the window into the rainy haze, I saw no buildings of note and the city just seemed uninteresting in general. I caught cab first to buy my ticket to Monteverde (leaving at 6:30am the next morning) and then straight on to Costa Rica Backpackers where I sort of chilled the rest of the day. The hostel staff were very nice though and I am sure that San Jose has some good points... I just couldn ´t be bothered to go see them. I slept early and woke up horribly early to get my cab to the bus station. The trip was only 5 hours and the countryside seem...