Two large cardboard cartons with unassembled rocking chairs ready to be rejected by the cooperativa driver. Maybe I can convince him to strap them to the root. It's a Costa Rican rain dance. My most annoying host, trying to be friendly walks into my room every five minutes. Go away, Rudy. Go abuse yourself or something.
Four hours to Puerto Viejo then bus to border, or van straight through or catch a boat, this is not well planned.
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