I made another fire the next morning and cooked up some of the coffee from Guatemala. I had to crush the beans in my pot with a rock first. I washed some socks in the stream too.
Before I left, I tagged the bridge with my story.
I put on my backpack and walked up the hill to the border into Costa Rica. It was a little foggy but not raining. There were some women at the border crossing who went up to the trucks as they pulled up to the border. I thought they must have been hookers until I saw that they were handing out papers to the drivers to fill out.
I got a ride with a fat-lipped guy driving an ancient truck. He had many gross videos on his phone that he wanted to show me.
My host lived in Heredia, a university town just outside the capital. Him and I and his niece hung out at his apartment. I mentioned the trucker who gave me a ride and she told me that it's a Tico thing to be into gross videos like that. I also learned that Costa Ricans are also called Ticos or Ticas.
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