For two hours the bus wound around the mountainside, sometimes feeling ominously close to tumbling down. If you're afraid of heights, it's probably the last vista you want to see. Otherwise, the vast expanse of green valleys and mountain tops was surreal and exhilarating. From the opposite side of the bus, you could see the sun setting. They just don't have views like this in Chicago.Overall, it was another interesting day of misadventure in Costa Rica busing. I've determined that it's one of those things that everyone should do at least once in their life (on the same list as serving tables and working in retail), because it gives you a new perspective and appreciation. Having to wait five extra minutes for a CTA bus doesn't seem like a despicable and unfair act after waiting four and half hours in the 90 degree heat with a 23 pound pack.
Needless to say, I arrived in Santa Elena too late and too exhausted for exploring. Tomorrow I strike out to explore this mountain town and what it has to offer. Oh, and if I ever decide to write a book, I'm strongly considering a rather remote mountainside locale.
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