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[adam-and-emily-inthesouth]

On Breakfast and Borders

Ever gone to another country for breakfast? Adam has. Makes you feel powerful. Like Nicaragua exists solely to make sure that your hungry desires are satiated.

"Can I get you guys anything else?  No?  I'll be here anyways, I'm sure you'll think of something."

The bus ride there was uneventful, except for Kate's inability to keep quoting Doge memes and Adam's proclivity to eat a sandwich that just burst in a bread-splosion with every bite. As the windows on the bus were open, everyone got a taste of some delicious sandwich, so win for all, in the long run. Thanks, bakery, wind, and forward-thinking, always giving Adam!

Crossing the land border by foot is easy, if you're into being hot and confused and obviously poisoned. You get to the office where they promptly turn you away to go pay your exit fee at a tiny green shack that's twenty meters away. On the way there are many people who swoop in and get the more scared looking tourists to follow them and then get paid for the twenty meter walk. Adam found it helps to make large gestures and question anything that is happening as well as your companion's overall behaviour/existence. He went with Kate, who promptly forgot that she spoke Spanish as soon as we were confronted by the first Spanish-speaker at the border. She panicked. Adam panicked in that he just daydreamed.

After getting permission to leave Costa Rica, you have a long, hot, dirt-road trek to the Nicaraguan customs office. On said walk, you have to walk right by the area where they fumigate the trucks. There's a big sign with an intimidating skull and crossbones on it, and a man in a gas mask happily spraying vehicles as they pass. He has no intention of stopping the spray as you walk by (which, to reiterate, is absolutely mandatory if you do not wish to die in the no man's land with the people who change your money and sell you roasted cashews). No, not this intrepid worker. Come anything, he will continue to valiantly spray a large, deadly gas cloud that would probably violate several terms in the Geneva Convention, even while you walk directly through it. With no mask.

You, sir, get the E.

Thank you, sir. I, and my future everywhere cancer, thank you.

At one point, he left his wallet on a table in the busy customs office. S'all good though. A nice gentleman found it right as he realized it wasn't in his pocket. The lesson is: leave your wallet anywhere! It'll work out fine! Guaranteed!

No problems here!

We are fairly certain there is at least one fee at the border that doesn't have to be paid. But in the flurry of random payments and speaking and Kate panicking in an I'm-an-English-speaker-and-can-in-no-way-understand-you way, you just end up paying someone and feeling pretty ambivalent about it.

And bang-bang-boom (thanks to our boy Rob Thomas), we were in Nicaragua, sitting down, reading, writing, and drinking beer at 9:30 in the morning. Because when you rage in Nicaragua, you rage hard.

This.  This is delicious.  So delicious.

After several more beers and a delicious breakfast (gallo pinto for the win, friends), we decided that Nicaragua was saved and having accomplished our mission we could head back to the Bat Cave that is Liberia. The woman gave us a weird look at the Nicaraguan side – she was all, “when did you come in...today?”

And we were all, “Whatever, lady, we can do what we want.”

In that Kate panicked some more and I just threw money at her and we ran to the bus.

We're slightly joking.

Breakfast achieved!

Remember me?  I was the point of this whole story!

Mucho love,

A & E