Once we made to San Jose we had the task of getting to Manuel Antonio. It took us forever to get out of customs and we had to catch a cab to the bus station. We met this nice man who took us there, we barely made it alive. The traffic was horrible (Rush Hour) and there were motorcycles that flew in between the cars. Over here a blinker means nothing, if you want to get over you have to make some moves. When we made it to the bus station we were a bit scared. The ticket office was closed and it was getting late. Luckily we met somebody that helped us out. His name was Hairul and he owned a bar in Quepos which is right next to Manuel Antonio. We caught the last
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