The Longest Day Ever Created
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41 hours long, by my calculations (which I wouldn't trust, I haven't slept in 41 hours).
I got up at around 8.30ish and went down to take advantage of the hostel's free breakfast. I tripped over the kitchen step on the way into the kitchen to get it, I tripped on it on the way out with my cereal, I tripped over it again on the way in to do my dishes, and again on the way back to my room, and once more when I went to donate Dani's lollies, which I'd calculated to be 250g too heavy to bring to Costa Rica.
I walked to the train station (deemed the safer option), took the train to Central Station and then to the airport, and joined the end of a very long and slow check in line.
On the plane I was next to a guy who was also going to Costa Rica, to see his girlfriend, or something. He said something ridiculous like he had accidentally booked a connecting flight to San Francisco instead of San Jose, so was catching a train from San Fran to San Jose. Idiot. In 15 hours I slept roughly 0 minutes and watched roughly 8 movies, but did manage to successfully feign sleep every time Creepy Italian Guy walked down the aisle. Thank god for being seated in the middle of a row.
We arrived at LAX early, or something, and they weren't ready for us, and also renovating the airport, so it was rather chaotic and took us literally hours to get through security.
Our sleep deprived group slowly grew as people arriving from different cities joined us. We passed the time by playing various card games, highlighted by girl-who's-name-I-can't-remember saying "5!" during an intense (okay, so we were all barely awake) game of Bullshit, when the last card was an 8 and her card was a 2.
Eventually joined by the Kiwis, our group (which had now grown to 16) boarded the plane to Mexico (now adorned with name labels) for a pretty uneventful flight, interspersed with some very short spouts of sleep. In Mexico, after a maze-like return from immigration, where we left one of our number (an illegal immigrant. no, she just wasn't allowed to walk around the airport with her Malaysian passport), we met Lauren. She was from the ISV group before our's (and she spotted us so easily, are we that obvious? Yes, obviously). She had just finished her two weeks of project and was about to go on to her adventure tour, but had to come to Mexico City to visit the embassy because she'd had her passport stolen in the market in Heredia on her first day. She also got stung by a scorpion at her project.
We arrived in San Jose, Costa Rica around 12-ish, and left the airport at around 2am, because Candice's luggage didn't arrive with us, or at all. Dani wasn't at Hotel America to greet us, like I'd thought she would be, but a man with a large gun was (well, he was standing outside the casino next door, same thing really). No one got to sleep until around 4am, but not before me and my roommate, Geri, managed to flood not only our room, but the lobby and entire first floor.