Time to go home.

I left Nicaragua tuesday morning at 8:30 am. Took a taxi to the border, got an exit stamp, walked across to Costa Rica and was greeted by a MASSIVE line of people waiting. I did not move for one hour. Everyone was telling different stories about what was going on. After about 4 hours and still hardly moving I was starting to think I was going to have to spend the night there. Apparently the computers were down and there was electrical problems. There was probably only one person working and no police or anything around to regulate what was happening. The back of the line was pretty orderly, people waiting patiently in the hot sun not really caring to question whats going on, stuff like this just happens. The front was more chaos, people raming the doors, they ended up closing the offices. They were taking 20 passports at a time then coming back and handing them out. Crazyness. Maybe a 100 people got in this way and there was probably at least 500 in line by midday. Then they closed for lunch, 2 hours. After the doors reopened they were only taking bribes. People were paying $50 to get in and they did the rest of us just waiting while they made as much money as they could.

Finally at 4:30 the line started moving, all the windows were open and they were just stamping passports like crazy. I´m pretty sure no one had a problem getting into Costa Rica that day, apart from the waiting in line in the heat and filth.

Since it was getting dark by the time I was permitted into the country I spent the night in Liberia, took a hot babying crying bus to Alajuela yesterday morning and am now 2 hours away from going to the airport.

As much as going home feels strange because its been so long. I cannot wait to get into my bed and wash all the smelly grossness in my backpack and enjoy a hot shower without the fear that it will turn ice cold any minute, drink the tap water, put toilet paper in the toilet and many other small pleasures like these.