Costa Rica – I just wasn’t prepared for it. Having travelled mainly in South America, I had grown used to long distances, empty spaces and time-consuming overland odysseys. This small, seismic country changed all that.
I left San José, the likeable, low-key capital, after breakfast. Inside the hour I was zigzagging up to the country’s mountainous central spine. The townships that clung to the highway soon gave way to rugged foothills. Weather washed over me as if the climate couldn’t make up its mind: a deluge, scudding thunderheads, a flash of blue sky.
The sun had barely cleared the canopy when I parked to make the short walk to the summit of Poás volcano, through a cloudforest full of elfin trees, hummingbirds, tanagers and squirrels. Suddenly I was at the…