Craziest Weekend Thus Far

So once upon a time, the roomies (Kristen, Joe, Jon, I) decide to go to Liberia for the weekend. We get on a bus and head out. After four hours we arrive, and the hotel we booked is right across from the bus terminal. Perfect right?

The place is also a bar, and locals, not tourists, are enjoying beer and karaoke. The hotel guy shows us to our room, which we paid $8 per person for. We quickly figured out why. The room is the size of a walk in closet with 2 bunk beds and no bedding. We laugh it off and have a good time hanging out that night.

Deciding we wouldn't stay again, because we're crazy, we decide to just go eat breakfast at McDonalds and take a one hour bus ride to the beach, and then go back home.

We buy tickets for the 10 AM bus to Playa Flamingo that should take an hour. The bus arrives an hour later, and the bus ride takes 2 1/2 hours. WOW, really CR?

So we get off at Playa Flamingo. We see water, we see beach, but no people. None. So we start walking. We look like death: sweaty, dirty, and just miserable. We find a ritzy resort with tennis courts, beachfront, pools, you get it. We ask them for a deal, they're not having it, and send us to another resort.

The next resort, we're desperate. We pitch our best sale, and they take the bait. $25 per person for one night only. SO we spent the evening and next morning swimming, hanging out with iguanas, and just having a good ole time.

At breakfast, an iguana charged me. I probably shouldn't have provoked it. Lesson learned.

We saw a man hopping down the huge hill our resort was on with a blood soaked towel around his leg and leaving puddles down the street. It was sick.

We then got bus tickets to return to San Jose. It's supposed to be a direct 5 hour bus ride. We left at 2, and arrived back at 8:15, of course.

11 days.