After a few bus rides traversing from single-laned ´highways´to erratically tarred rural roads and over sporadic ditch-like potholes I finally arrived in Samara. It´s quite amazing to see how the scenery and the people provide an accurate indication that you have moved from the rural mountains to the tourist influenced coast. From cloud forest vegitation, mist, rain, wind and gently polite Ticos to open fields of lush cow pastures, sun, humidity and very open stares and whistles, it´s like I have arrived in a new country! Although I knew it, I must admit that as soon as I got onto the bus it was like I was born to do this, no concerns arose about where to, how, when, what if: whoop whoop! But I now understand the very frequently used Costa Rican phrase: PURA VIDA!
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