Driving in Costa Rica is not for the Faint of Heart

The ride back from the ocean up and down the mountain on the dark two-lane road was an adventure mixed with laughter, cursing at the other drivers that got too close, sheer terror and lots of prayers. If you have ever rode on the super man rollercoaster at six flags or any good scary roller coaster then prepare for this as it IS scarier.

The drivers in Costa Rica are crazy. Ticos are great people, don't get me wrong, with warm hearts, kind and always willing to give you their last colon (which is worth nothing nontheless.. so it might not be so grand of a gesture) but they are crazy kamikaze drivers... just merge them into traffic and they will give you no quarter and drive you into a ditch. 

I don't care you if have to been Rome, Los Angles during rush hour or the running of bulls in Spain, Costa Rica beats all of the above.

And don't get me started about the traffic lights, street names and house numbers!!!

LOL, There is nothing to tell.
They don't have traffic lights, the streets don't have names and the houses don't have numbers.

Try to tell a cab driver your address when you don’t know the area you live in or how to go to your house; well you can't.

GPS? Nope. Doesn’t always work.

To get to my house, you must tell the cab driver to take a left at the rock that looks like a bear and a right at the bear that looks like a rock.

Think I'm kidding? You wish!


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