Bocas! Bocas! Bocas!
Bocas del Toro Travel Blog› entry 18 of 22 › view all entries
April 2nd, 2009 – by: Lanafromhawaii
The border crossing was actually really funny. You get dropped off at this rickety old bridge that is barely holding up by some planks and a few loose nails and walk across. Sign a few papers and pay a few dollars (weird, Panama uses American dollars) and you literally just walk right on into Panamá. What a trippy thing borders are. Anyway, we got a cab to the coast and then hopped in a water taxi which took us to Isla Colón, the biggest and most populated island in Bocas del Toro.
We found our hostel, the famous Mondo Taitu, and walked around the town. Totally touristy with artisans on the streets, restaurants, internet cafés, and about twenty Supers, all run by the same Asian family. We spent the evening hanging out in the hostel bar talking to some guys from the states who were traveling around Central America filming an independent travel show and a really funny German kid. Mellow night.
And basically all I can say about the rest of the trip was that we partied and that I got my scuba certification!!!! I have been wanting to get my open water for years now but it's always been so expensive. It was only $235 at Starfleet Scuba! I was really nervous and uncomfortable for a while when we first went under. But after a few deep dives I got really used to it.
We made it back to Heredia Tuesday night, exhausted. We went to the bus station in San Jose the next afternoon to catch a bus back to Santa Teresa for the last half of our break. Unfortunately, I underestimated the extent of semana santa and ticos. There were literally over 200 people waiting to catch this one bus.
Costa Rica is almost over and I can't freaking believe it! We have one more weekend left together. I seriously am kinda freaking out. Its like, I'm ready to move on from the ISA program and everything, I just didn't expect four months to go by so quickly. I'm nervous as hell for my deal in Nicaragua and hope it all works out amazingly and that I'm gonna not want to come home. But I'm still shaky on it all. I can't even help from being a little jealous that all the people are going back to their homes. Like, I don't know exactly where my home is, Utah, Hawaii, or Cali, but it would be nice to go somewhere familiar. But then again, I'm on an adventure. If I went home now I'd never forgive myself for wimping out. I'm gonna do this and it'll be sweet.
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