On Friday morning, we got up early and took a bus to the BEAUTIFUL country of Panama. We got over the border no problemo, and took a taxi and then a water taxi to the grouping of islands known as Bocas del Toro. I strongly recommend this as a vacation spot. It is magical and cheap and like a magazine with its glorious beauty. Anyway, so we checked into a hostel, changed, took a water taxi to another one of the islands, and had a whole huge stretch of beach all to ourselves. The water there is radiant with greens and blues, and the water is so clear, it almost brought tears of admiration to my eyes. We walked around, ate, and wished we could stay for at least a few more days.
The next morning, we journeyed back to Costa Rica. We got on a bus that took us to the border of Panama, and then drove across the border bridge to meet us on the CR side. We got stamped out of Panama with no issues. Amy and Brandon both got stamped back into CR. Shawnté and I, however, did not. We did not have proof of our exit of CR, and the border policía were NOT about to let two gringas back in their country. So, we went to a local shop that ripped us off to use their internet to print out our itineraries of our return flight. Finally, after $3, two minutes, and a stressed, sweaty me got it printed, we walk back over to customs. Brandon warns us the bus is about to leave, so we need to HURRY.
So, us two gringas RUN back, finally get our approval to rejoin the millions of tourists in Costa Rica, and precede to realize that the bus could realistically leave us there at the border; taking our possessions and Brandon and Amy with it.
So we sprint. From customs, down this ridiculous bridge, past vendors who I’m sure were thinking “What are these American imbeciles doing!?” As our speed picked up even more as we hustled down a hill, we breathlessly made it to our bus. We then erupted into laughter as we realized that we almost became illegal visitors to our new home country, got left by a bus, and made a full-on Thelma and Louise escape from Panama. (Minus the guns, bank robbing, and awesome hair) No big deal.