You have to start by eating the heart of a Jaguar
April 3rd 2010 After 30 hours of travelling, three immigration lines in three different countries, a last-minute change of hotel and waking up my room-mate-for-the-next-two-weeks, my head hit the pillow at 2am on Sunday morning in San Jose, Costa Rica. Given my well-known talent for sleeping and the fact I hadn´t had much for a while, it took a surprisingly long time to get to sleep.
Which didn´t help the me
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