Finally made it to Costa Rica. My baggage, on the other hand, did not. I’ve been wearing the same clothes for 53 hours and I after a five hour bus journey to the rest of the group, I have a sworehead, sweck, swits, swack, swass, swalls, swegs and sweet (sweaty forehead, sweaty neck, sweaty pits… figure out the rest).
Initial impressions of the rest of the tour group are very promising! Looking forward to it all with bated breath.