Costa Rica Day 16, All is coming to an end.

Costa Rica Day 16, All is coming to an end.

Last chapter of the trip. I should have wrote it earlier, but after coming back to Spain and work I found no time.

Last day in Costa Rica, 12 of of December, cannot be explained properly if I don´t explained first one thing that happend on Day 15 while doing Rafting. Doing rafting in Pacuare river the day earlier, after one of the last rapids, we went by a big 5 meter rock where the guide said we could Jump from it into the water, and there was no rocks in the river. So of course after that invitation, the 5 Australian blokes, Alberto and Myself decided to go for a try. Of course a "No hay huevos" was shouted.

So we all went up, no major incidents until the last jump, which that this time Alberto, but it could have been me, because I am the clumsy one from my friends. Alberto just one step before jumping he splipped, and he managed not to hit the big rock falling into the water in awkward position. It was not the awrward fall into the water which was the problem, although it would have been the a problem, but the slippery and the movements to not hit the rock. Alberto's ankle twisted badly, so when we went out of the boat again he could hardly walk.

Good thing, it was the last day of the trip, so the trip itself was not spoiled by the accident, bad thing was that we have the returned day to Spain, which consisted in going to San Jose first that same night, and the following day return the car, go do the airport, transfer in Miami with the long walk, picking up the luggage, checking the luggage in, the 8 hours flight to Madrid, and for Alberto he had to do few things in Madrid in the morning and have 4 hour drive to Murcia, Ouch....

We did a bandage to his ankle so he could walk, so Alberto was able to walk slowly, but awkwardly. The story of the day was in Miami. As I said, lost of walking there, but we only had 2.5 hours for the transfer. We were ok, because the first flight arrived 20 minutes ahead of schedule. We cleared pastport inspections fast, which was a good sing, so maybe, we could even have time to have a Samuel Adams in a bar I saw within the airport. The problem came after picking up the luggage and clearing customs......

I had the bulk of the luggage in a trolley, except for a small cabin bag. Alberto went first through customs, the inspector was the first inspertor or officer that was not Hispanic on the two trips. He had point out that I was carrying both luggages, she was ok with things, and told Alberto to follow the green dotted line out. Alberto didn´t understood well that he has to continue out following the green dotted line, so he did 3 steps, with his awkward walk, and stopped there. He was waiting for me, but his body language with the pain and the difficulties in walking was like if I was carrying something that he was worry about..... So you can now imagine, the customs inspector, who didn´t look at me onces, and was looking at Alberto all the time, call him back, wrote a number 8 in his card, and in mine, and told us to go through the yellow dotted line.....

This was the proper luggage inspection, that is they open the luggage, everything on it, checked everything on it, all the dirty clokes, all the medicine bag, first aid kit, etc, of course asking few questions, about where we had been, what we visited, etc to see if we were making a story. My inspector looks suspicious at me, when I was asked where did I work and what company, and of course I answered the truth that i was working in Telecommunications, and that the company was AT&T.... That sounded like a prepared answer, so he asked me the same questions 3 or 4 times. I though in showing a business card that I happen to have with me, but I though that would even looked more and more like a prepared story, cause anyone could find the AT&T logo in internet and make their own business cards.

Of course nothing was found couse nothing was to be found, but we lost the 30-40 minutes we had to be able to go get to the Samuel Adams bar I saw, so we had something to eat close to the exit gate because we were not in conditions to rush if we need to.

Well we arrived to Madrid, my brother was waiting for us. 15 ºC difference in temperature from the one we had in San Jose, (although it was not really cold), and Alberto in the afternoon he took the car and drove back to Murcia (he totally opposed my offer to drive him in, and go back to Madrid by train). Alberto is back recovering from his injured feet.

This is all this is all this is all folks....

Filo

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