And Over the Hills We Go

My coworker from Costa Rica told me the history behind the roads that connect each town. The government doesn’t have a lot of money, so when they were constructing roads, they built them over the ones already worn. Farmers would deliver their plantains from the coast to San Jose with horse drawn carriages. It only makes sense to build on a foundation that’s already established! But man, are those roads windy. I was grateful for the drivers we had to get from San Jose to Selva Bananito, and on to Puerto Viejo.

The main form of transportation was a small shuttle bus company called Interbus. After riding in my coworker’s van after the first day (sidenote -Scarlett is an awesome driver) I could tell the drivers were cautious and mindful that they had a van full of precious cargo. When you go from San Jose to pretty much anywhere, you can bet it will be about 3-5 hours. Interbus broke up the time, made sure you had a bathroom (or coffee!) break. There were times we were in the vehicle with two others and then when we picked up the full capacity, we were at 8-9 of us. Driving in Costa Rican roads is dicey and I feel like we were given really safe, efficient, and great drivers to get us from one place to another.