Day 61: The Land Before Time

02.03.09: Back on the groovy bus up through Costa Rica, Nicaragua, Honduras and El Salvador. No cute girl for me to annoy this time, but I did meet a guy from Texas called John, who was - like myself - backpacking around Central America on his own. The remarkable thing was that he was 86 years old. I guess you're never too old to hit the road. Nicaragua was amazing - driving past Lake Nicaragua, which is just HUGE, and seeing the massive, perfectly-formed volcanoes rising out of the middle of it - it looked like the backdrop from The Land Before Time. Honduras was a little less remarkable, but seriously, they don't generally stick the cool stuff next to the road, do they? We arrived in San Salvador late that night. The guy on the bus told me there was a bus going north to…

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Day 60: The Tailor of Panama

01.03.09: I arose before dawn for the last leg of the southern journey that had been necessitated by the fact that I didn't get to go to Costa Rica on the bad ship Pamplona one week ago. Oh well. The journey to the Panama border was uneventful, as was the Panama border. I couldn't be bothered queuing up for stamps in my passport, so I just walked across unchallenged and bought a can of Coke IN PANAMA! Woo! And then I came back to Costa Rica and waited for the bus back up North. On the return journey, I met Jordan, a boat captain from Florida, who said he might be able to help with the old Cuba chestnut. We were pretty much made to stand for a large portion of the 5-hour journey, but that's something I learned to do working in the Union Bar,…

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Day 59: Nineteen Seventy-Nine

28.02.09: The Longest Day Part II. I only slept for a few hours before we hit the El Salvador border and then it was off the bus, with queuing and formality. Having said that, the bus was great - brand new, tons of leg-room, free food, drinks, flat screen TVs - and a good selection of films. I bought a bottle of whiskey from the Duty Free on the border and began the day as I meant to go on. I whirled in a drunken haze as the countries passed me by - El Salvador, Honduras, Nicaragua, Costa Rica...Sophia and I wasted the day away playing cards, watching films and yakking away, nineteen to the dozen. Not such a bad way to spend your first day as an old codger. We arrived in San Jose, the capital of Costa Rica at 10pm. Sophia's annoying friends wanted…

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