I arrived in San Jose, Costa Rica, grabbed my luggage and headed to the entrance of the Aiport where I found a taxi. You get surrounded with people trying to insist on riding with them. I was alone but just plain fearless. I was dropped off at the bus station where I grabbed a ticket to Puerto Viejo, Limon on the Carribean coast.
If you want to go to the Pacific side, you need to go to the Coca Cola station in the city, which is a pretty dangerous spot so I've always been told to be on alert, as well it is just a general note for backpacking. I'm not overly paranoid because that is just a giant waste of energy but I am on alert.
I had booked online in advance to stay at a place called OM Yoga in Cocles, Limon just to get myself set up to explore the town. Kirsten, one of the owners, responded quickly to all my inquiries and gave me more than enough information. They had a lot of good feedback online and a Facebook page to add so I felt a little more at ease giving my money away over the net.
I broke the only fan here, it's humid as hell. I can hear the ocean waves crashing against the shore, cars are honking and dogs barking. I've set my mosquito net up wrong, I'm boiling hot, starving and I love it! It's 7:00 pm in Costa Rica. I'm going to call it a night.