A TAXI: to the border, an eventless crossing, and here we are. Costa Rica! Now a series of buses - to Liberia, to Cañas, to Tilarán, where there are no more buses and a taxi driver hauls us the rest of the way to La Fortuna, cheerfully singing the advertising jingle for Imperial Beer ("La cerveza / de Costa Rica / [eagle whistle!]"). Lake Arenal looks misty; the sky is deeply overcast and here, in the steamy central American jungle, it's actually quite cold.
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