While walking down the street I saw Kelly, looking quite a bit less than the happy go lucky girl she had been three days earlier. "What the hell girl, I thought you'd be in Pacific Costa Rica by now." Nope, long story. I had dropped her off on the dock, she couldn't get any money from the ATM, was too embarrassed to call me back up, looked up a guy she had met, found out he lived on Bastimentos, checked it out on Google maps, caught a free boat ride eight to ten miles away, trekked through the jungle, knee deep in mud and lived in a hut without electricity, water or food for two nights, caught a ride back and was now stumbling through town. She had been carrying a carton of English cigarettes and traded three packs for a night in a hostel and was now trying to figure out her next move.
I fed her, arranged for her to call her bank, got the hold on her account taken care of and ran into Kirsten and Sandra. We went down to Casa Verde she had a few drinks and was preparing to go to Costa Rica right away. "Why don't you call first and see if you still have a job, you are fifteen days late returning from a five day vacation." "I'm just going to get my stuff and move back here. This place is awesome."
"Well, you can't go there now, immigration will be closed. You don't want to have to sneak into and out of the country. If you get stopped at a passport check you might be deported and not allowed back into the country."
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