Costa Rica Classic

Travelling is great although being awake at 3am and knowing it will slow you down later in the day has its downside. We were picked up before the dawn chorus and spent the next 18 hours journeying. The last six hours really could have been squished into 3 hours in my opinion but standing in immigration queues would never register as an answer to the question “where would you rather be?” The line was its usual snake like structure – perhaps they should change the way people queue into a more kindly shape- and had its obligatory loud American talking on mobile which was on speaker mode, its fractious kids running parents ragged and British people tutting and craning necks to see how long the tortuous process would continue while complaining amongst themselves that they should open more desks/booths. There were a couple of people who tried to break free from the line and pretend they were airline crew but this plot failed very early on and they rejoined the queue where those who had encouraged such a dash for feeedom had promised to let them back in if it failed.  

Oddly, it’s 5.35am and Husband is walking around the room on all fours with an enormous elastic band around his ankles. It’s all part of his pre-season training. I darent take a photo as it wouldn’t be kind. The band has moved up to his knees. Am glad he put on his training shorts and top. This will be his daily morning routine. Mine is going to be a little more gentle – maybe a little sun salutation or just an arm stretch and a yawn.  Apparently a five minute plank is next. I am going to watch the sun rise over the lovely mountains and spot the early birds – we saw a pair of Baltimore Orioles in the tree outside our hotel room last night so I am hoping they will be back! 

Having travelled so long we then had the group meeting which went through step by step what the next two weeks has in store. I almost felt like I had done the holiday by the end of the meeting. But we tottered off to a local soda tapia and I had a cheese and ham omelette and a cup of tea. 

Early breakfast and then two two-hour local bus rides and an hour ferry awaits. Let’s hope I get a seat and don’t have to share with too many chickens….
Hasta la vista!