When going is as good as coming?

After all the fun of a random night of barhopping  in Tamarindo Beach, which consisted of going from the Pacifico Bar to Sharkeys, who knew that the real fun was to come. To get my flight from San Jose back to St Louis through Houston, I had to get from Tamarindo Beach to San Jose in less than 6 hours assuming that I left at 6am in the morning. Seeing that me and the guys didn’t pull into Tamarindo until 8pm, this would be a huge stretch. My new plan was to catch a flight from Liberia to San Jose on Sanza, but the taxi from Tamarindo to Liberia was around 70$ USD … so instead I hitched a ride with two of Prince’s friends : a Russian named “C” and a Persian named “S”.

The next three hours consisted of the following events

  • Helping them pack.Is this exciting, interesting or other anything else but mundane and boring. Well not with these two characters – we got back to their place, and the rooms were s a disaster at best. But things were quickly packed up and the car loaded … although there was a lot of screaming, giggling and tomfoolery.
  • Finally, getting on the road with only 90 mins to spare to the airport. Getting from Tamarindo to Liberia is normally an hour, but then there has to be enough time for baggage checks.  Did I mention that “C” forgot the way to the airport, and made me the navigator for all of 2 mins … when I explained that I am a terrible navigator unless I have a GPS. Well after all the adrenaline of the past two days including driving ATVs, Waterfall climbing, Zip-lining, “Tarzan” Jumping and midnight Volcano watching, nothing kept me awake like the journey at 90km an hour, over the terrible roads to Liberia. It was hair raising, gripping stuff, especially when all I could keep thinking was that if she crashes the car, I’m going to be road putty, since they will have to scrape me off the road.
  • Following conversation between “C” and “S” with me in the background
    • C : I am excellent driver who managed to learn manual in the three days I was here
    • S: Well you’re going too fast, which is stressing me out, and in turn I stresses you out.
    • <Car zooms through a small flock of birds and missed everything>
    • S : Damn you missed three points. It’s not a car ride until you kills something …
    • <19. Seconds later …. SPLAT on the windshield> S: OMG!! You totally killed that bird
    •  C : <Starts sobbing loudly>: OMG!! OMG!! <Continues sobbing loudly … while S is  fanning her to stop the tears>
    • Me : Tears block your vision. You need to stop crying, it isn’t safe for driving.
    • S: Well you didn’t kill that bird … you only hit and it flew away.
    • Me: (I can’t suffer fools … only pity them) Ummm… you do know that bird is dead  … right?? It does go the bird clinic or anything. It is probably flopping on the side of the road, trying to expire quickly.
    • <Sobbing subsides>

There’s been more adrenaline leaving Costa Rica than being here … go figure!

About Rishiray

Rishi Sankar is a Cloud HRMS Project Manager/ Solution Architect. Over the past 15+ years, he has managed to combine his overwhelming wanderlust with a desire to stay employed, resulting in continuing stints with 3 major consulting firms (IBM, Deloitte, Accenture). He documents his adventures around the world on "Ah Trini Travelogue" with pictures and stories from the road/tuk-tuk/camel/rickshaw. You can follow him on Twitter at @rishiray and on Facebook at "Ah Trini Travelogue . He doesn't like Chicken Curry but loves Curry Chicken and is always trying to find the perfect Trinidadian roti on the road. He also doesn't like cheese and kittens ... and definitely not together. E-mail from his blog is appreciated like a 35 yr old Balvenie at rishi@rishiray.com

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