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And I did. The next morning, after a thrilling single night’s stopover at Costa Rica Backpackers, a hostel well fortified as a crack and hooker-proof enclave downtown, I took an eight dollar bus to Puerto Viejo, the main tourist town on the Caribbean coast. The trip took about four hours and included a hurried piss stop in Limon, a city gringos such as myself mostly just piss in and head, pun half intended, on out of. We also stopped briefly in Cahuita, a serene town that my ex-boyfriend said would be perfect for me and therefor had been excluded from my travel plans.

And Puerto Viejo seemed as decent a place as any…stepping off the bus I was actually delighted by the bustling village, which is inhabited by a bizarre admixture of European and North American Land of Manana (sorry, no enyay accent) expats, black Caribbeans who speak a brand of pidgen English, your standard Ticos (Hispanic Costa Ricans), and BriBri natives (I haven’t met one but that’s the rumor).

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