I last left you all stranded in San Jose with an itchy crotch, a vile demeanour, and in desperate need of fresh underpants... my friend Jackie suggested I keep my soiled socks for the return flight when I can pull them out in mid-flight and have my very own terrorist extravaganza... JIHAD! I spent my purgatory in San Jose with a charming French biologist named Isabelle and we partook in eating various delicious local dishes, sampling some of the best espressos I have ever had, and drinking as many Costa Rican beers my exhausted body could handle. It’s funny how food and drinks taste sooo much better on vacation! My bus to Managua, Nicaragua was leaving at 3 am and I still had no luggage... around 11pm my backpack arrived at the guesthouse with a thump
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