Its hot, dark and sweaty and its giving me a headache.
February 2nd 2008 Day 6. The alarm clock went off promptly at 7 am. Not that I needed one, but the church bells of the town where I am lodging at, in Guadalupe, have a funny way of telling the townspeople when to wake up, even on a Saturday. The van that came to pick me up was driven by Martin (Maar-teen), a local Tico that works for a local tourism company, and also a born again Christian. We had two stopovers to
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