Why you won’t be receiving a souvenir from me
I am naive.
Maybe even dumb.
Why, you ask? Because today I spent 6 hours at the border of Costa Rica and Nicaragua because I failed to get a stamp for entry into Nicaragua when I crossed over. Rewind… I waited in a long ass line at the border and got a stamp. I was confused as a motherfucker when I got into Nicaraugua. No one directed me to a detached building where I shouldve gotten the stamp. I just walked down a dirt road by semis. No one stopped me. I’m the least seasoned traveler ever ever ever. fucking a. departure and entry stamps. ok. lesson learned.
So the Nicaraguan migration officials pulled me aside and told me I had to pay a multa of $100. I only had $80. I pleaded with them. They fucked around with me. Eventually they cut me a deal of $50. I somehow managed to maintain a positive attitude through the ordeal. I recognized there wasnt anything I could do so I had to make the most of it. I pulled out my harmonica and played. I did some yoga. I read the book I have right now. It was kind of fun. I got to connect with all the others having migration issues. There was a trucker who got his passport stolen out of his rig while he showered. there was a lady with two kids trying to get a stamp so they could go see their father who was coming in on a boat in costa rica. it reminded me of my times in holding tanks. we share our offenses while we have to wait for undetermined amounts of time. comradical dude.
after the deal was cut, one of the migration officials walked me across the border. nothing official. he just shook the hand of the guy at the border. he told me he has 9 kids from different women. he’s busy. while waiting a lot of men kept coming up and asking me if i had a boyfriend and why i wasnt married yet. i then asked them when they got married. most said 16.
after i got into costa rica i got a bus to the airport. my sly plan was to live in the airport until my flight. i get to juan santamaria and its a ghost town. i take a bus to san jose and regretfully got a room in a hostel. not to mention i have to pay $28 fucking dollars to depart costa rica. bullshite i tell you. tomorrow i may chill out at the airport or even better i saw theres a dennys between san jose and the airport. grrrannnnd slammmm.
anyways kale chips instead of souvenirs when i get back. sorry friends. i know you wanted some cool multicolored textiles or something like that. i did write some of you some nice postcards.
heres the song that’s been annoying me through central america.