Final Destination: Costa Rica
Costa Rica is Pura Vida
On December 9, 2017 we waited in what would be our last border crossing, for a little while at least. Once I had woken up from my 'seat-bed', my husband gladly informed me that he had reserved us a room at one of our favorite hotels in Costa Rica - El Capitan Suizo. That was the very first hotel we ever stayed at and it holds a special place in my heart.
The Waiting Game
I knew I couldn't be mad anymore about having to sleep in the truck. They told us the border would open at 6am. We pulled our truck to the scanner at 5:30. We saw the men and women start walking around getting everything ready to open. I watched the clock turn from 5:59 to 6:00 in hopes that someone would come walking around the corner to open our gate and let us in.
Finally after trying so hard to be more patient than I already was, about 6:30 we were escorted in. I was asked to stand outside the truck across the street. I jumped out and watched the scanner go back and forth over the truck. We hadn't been checked out of Nicaragua yet (like I previously thought), so we were still under their rules. Which included the truck being scanned, again. Once that was done, we were asked to go to the next customs station so we could get stamped out of Nicaragua. We paid the few dollars that was required and were able to continue to the next customs station to get stamped into Costa Rica.
On Our Own
We then went to the aduana to get the insurance required for our truck to be able to drive in CR. The entire process took less than an hour. No runners. Just us. We could hardly believe that after 7 days and 2600 miles, we were there. And more importantly, the issue of us not having the 'title' never came up. The only thing they needed was the vehicle registration. We knew we were right all along, but didn't have a leg to stand on when they threatened us for the money to cross since we were 'illegal'.
All the emotions, all the views, it was worth every single second. We climbed into the truck getting ready to cross over the border. All I could do was just cry. Happy tears of course. But more than anything, I was proud of us. We did it, on our own. Some doubted us, others cheered us on. We faced our fears and didn't look back. If asked would I do it again. My answer would be 100% YES. Although I hope to never endure what we did in Honduras. Belize just might be the answer for our next trip. From Texas, Mexico, Guatemala, El Salvador, Honduras, Nicaragua and into Costa Rica. We are home!
After crossing into Costa Rica, went straight towards Liberia and got to the Holiday Inn Express that sits right across the street from the airport. We didn't care what the cost, we just hoped they had some availability. I was ready to take a shower and climb into bed. My feet were black from the dirt. I knew what it felt like to be a trucker for just a smidgen of time. Nothing against truckers, much respect for those that can do that day in and out. I .. could not. I felt like a new human being once I got out of the shower. We didn't care it was only 9:30 that morning, we both climbed into bed and just died. We slept almost all day. We had room service brought to us for dinner and went back to sleep until the following morning. I have never slept so hard in my entire life.