We woke up at the butt crack of dawn on May 5th to begin our journey from Puerto Viejo, Costa Rica to Bocas Del Toro, Panama.
Some people would have taken the $30 shuttle. That would’ve been super easy and we could have slept (in) a bit. But not us, my friend.
We are not some people! We’re more exciting! Adventurous! We’re better than people who take shuttle buses!
Besides $30 per person was too expensive. (We took the cheaper option.)
Plus we’d been laying on beaches/in swimming holes for the better part of 3 weeks. Our brains basically shut down and turned into brain-jellyfish. We needed some kind of adventure to wake us up.
So here we were at 6:00am waiting for the first bus to Sixaola.
You know, so we could beat the huge line of people waiting to border cross.
There were no people. Only us, a couple of annoying but nice people from Spain, and a chica from New Jersey.
Guess who was first in the 5 person line. That’s right! We were.
We’d heard that in order to cross the border, you have to walk across an old railway bridge. Well, that was totally 100% accurate.
Get a load of that thing!! It really brightened my really early morning.
You had to watch your step because some of the boards were loose. They just kind of swung around when you stepped on them, threatening to drop unaware crossers into Rio Sixaola.
There really wasn’t a huge point to this blog post, I just wanted to show you the bridge because I really liked like it/found it really amusing.