I had a rather inconvenient 8 hour layover in Miami airport on my way from Brazil, and had to fight the urge to escape to the comforting cleanliness and heart-busting burgers of the USA. I satisfied myself with a sullen sausage-and-egg-McMuffin at the airport, but have been travelling for a long time now, and am looking forward to the bland and decadent comforts of the western world. Costa Rica, though, lifted my spirits quickly. A return to Spanish speaking had me conversing with the locals once again (topics of conversation as usual: women, beer, football), and the huge number of septics in country meant that I no longer felt isolated and unable to communicate. Indeed, I found San Jose remarkably developed, while others from my plane were wandering around aghast that they had chosen to holiday
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