Living life to the full in Costa Rica.
Words Holger Meyer Photography Sebastian Doerk
There’s a hectic bustle going on at San José’s airport exit. A man tugs at my bag: “Taxi?” It’s pitch black. Something must be up with the time zone…
It’s 3am, yet our ticket says that we weren’t supposed to land until 7am in Costa Rica’s capital. If that were the case, the sun would be up and our guide would be here to pick us up. Instead we’re standing around, completely lost, hardly able to keep our eyes open and trying to keep at bay the men shouting ‘Taxi, taxi’. An athletic looking guy wearing a baseball cap and bike shorts is making his way through the crowd towards us. It must be him.
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