Breakfast was a slow affair. In fact, pretty much everything is a slow affair; no one seems in a particular rush to do anything! Although we were ready to leave at 08h00 this, by Costa Rican standards, is late! Loading everything into the bus, we headed up over the range of hills separating the central plateau from the east of the country. Although not cold, it was cloudy and, what I suspect were many shades of green, were flattened into one drab colour, occasionally punctuated by the bright orange flowers sitting at the tops of distant trees. The uneven road made its way through tiny villages, banana and coconut palms breaking up the well defined rows of coffee bushes. Everywhere, lush green vegetation showing just how wet the country really is covered the landscape, from the
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