Transportation Troubles

Note to self: Don't be scared to constantly ask chofers and ticket staff whether each new bus arrival is the bus I need to take.

Thinking that I could handle it on my own without asking anyone for help, I waited in Santa Cruz on one of the benches at the Terminal. The ticket person had told me that my next bus would be labeled. I assumed labeled to Ostional.  I was wrong.  Apparently, I was sitting right in front of the bus that I was supposed to catch, watching people climb on and pay their 1000 colones.  I did not dare ask if it was my bus — it could not have been my bus as it did not say “Ostional” on the front, but rather “Special Services.”  I assumed it was a cross-city bus, or maybe a school bus not quite painted yellow.

After leaning against my backpack for some half hour thinking that the bus must be late, as the ticket person said that this could some times pass, I finally asked the woman next to me.  She informed me that the bus had come, and I was stuck in a city I did not have to cover with my giant light blue backpack for the next 3 hours.  So what’s a girl to do in the meantime?  INTERNET!

So much for being in a foreign country where access is more limited to get over my WWW addiction.  And so much for being so on schedule to then miss a bus because I just didn’t ask the simple question: “Va a Ostional?”  Another lesson learned in Tico Land.