Hannah Ray Lambert
At 7:50 a.m. it became painfully clear that we would not make our 8 a.m. bus to Osa. We sat in a stationary line of cars and buses, watching helplessly as motorcycles zipped past us.
Having an extra three hours at the bus station wasn’t an entire waste, though. It gave me the opportunity to have my second of these delicious confections in as many days.
I don’t know what exactly this is, but it is now my sole mission to figure out how to make it a regular part of my life. There’s some sort of maple frosting between the layers. Delicioso.
We set up camp in this restaurant next to the bus station. Selena and I traded off watching the stuff so we could explore without lugging everything with us.
Photogenic pup in San Jose.
Finally, the next (and final) bus arrived to take us to Osa. The scenery started to change. A lot. After rolling through the narrow streets packed with colorful buildings, the bus wound through curving mountain roads. From there on, it was all green.
Eight hours later, we reached our final destination for the week. Tomorrow, we start work with Latin American Sea Turtles!