Day 2, mission 1. Costa Rica's central highlands are about 1500m above sea level, and ringed by towering volcanoes. Some of them are active, and one of these is Volcán Poás. It last erupted in 1994, destroying what park facilities existed at the time. Since then, though, the number of tourists visiting Costa Rica every year has quadrupled to more than a million. Volcán Poás is a prime attraction, so they have rebuilt everything and put a paved road right to the very top.
We went to the bus stop in Alajuela early in the morning, and got the bus to the crater. Our first sight of Costa Rica in the daylight was impressive - the fertile farmlands of the Meseta Central with dramatic cloud-capped peaks rising behind. After an increasingly bumpy two hour bus ride, we were at the top. A short walk led us to the edge of the crater, and far below was Poás' amazingly turquoise crater lake, surrounded by a barren lunar landscape.
we walked through the cloudforest to Poás' other crater, Laguna del Botos. This one has not erupted for thousands of years, and is a beautiful green colour. The name comes from the Botos indians, who inhabited this area before the Spanish arrived.
It had been a beautiful morning, with plenty of sunshine. I'd never been to the tropics before and It had seemed strange to see the sun directly overhead, but now it began to cloud over. We were to learn over the next few weeks that it does this without fail during the rainy season in these parts. By the time we had walked back to the park entrance it was hammering down. We bought a coffee and waited around. The rain didn't stop, though, and eventually we had to brave it and go and catch our bus. The rain was heavier than I'd ever seen before, and raging torrents were forming by the roadside. Lightening was striking incredibly close by, and the thunder was so awesomely loud it was scary.
We made it back to Alajuela safely, though, and spent the evening waiting for Moh's backpack to be delivered. Warren was there as well, waiting for a fried chicken that he had ordered to arrive, and as we all waited, we found out what Warren was doing in Costa Rica. It turned out that he had driven down from Nevada. He was about 65 and retired, but somehow he had got himself employed to drive a car containing seven chihuahuas from Nevada to Costa Rica (what for, we never discovered). Despite knowing no Spanish at all, except for 'No Espanol' and 'Shervaza', which was his poor attempt at saying cerveza (beer), Warren had done OK, driving through Mexico, Guatemala, El Salvador and Nicaragua, crossing the borders without trouble.
It began to go wrong for him when he entered Nicaragua. The chihuahuas had been getting their documents stamped all the way down, but somehow one was overlooked at the Nicaraguan border. Unaware of this, Warren drove on, but when he got to Costa Rica, the border guards asked where he'd got the other Chihuahua from, and when he couldn't answer, they impounded his car. In the confusion, Warren didn't get his passport stamped. He had made his way to Alajuela and was trying to get in touch with the owner of the chihuahuas, who had not yet paid him, and seemed to have mysteriously disappeared. So Warren was now illegally resident in Costa Rica, with no money and no car. Despite this, he was very cheerful, but he was also a little bit crazy, we decided. Just as he began to talk about his wolf spirit guide, Moh's backpack thankfully arrived.