First up I was waiting for a bus to Golfito, when a couple (Brigitte and Randy) asked where I was going. They were going to San Isidro, so no luck. Then they reversed back: "The bridge is closed on the way to Golfito". So they took me to San Isidro instead, for an alternate route.
Here I had a strange coincidence: only that very morning, after considering the problem for weeks, I decided to name my board Stephanie (after a chica rica I had met in the place I bought it). Then, waiting for the bus, 2 Ticos asked me what she was called - the first people to do so.
I got the bus with only minutes to spare in the end, and before long ended up waiting for about 3 hours because of, guess what - a collapsed bridge. I dont know whether coincidence or crossed-wires, but after waiting for ages we just turned round and went back, so it was all fruitful.
On this bus I met Lena, a German girl who also happened to be going to Pavones (my final destination that day) to surf - naturally we stuck together for my time there...
