They have no street names in San jose, Costa Rica. Well, they do, but they don’t label anything and nobody actually knows what the street names are.
We took a death cab from the airport to our hostel downtown. Everybody drives like maniacs, but I expected that. Anyway, it was almost a 30 minutes ride, and cost us about $20, but it was defeintely the only logical way for us to get to the hostel. Within minutes I was chillin’ in a hamaca:
This is downtown San Jose? No way. This the courtyard of our hostel surrounded by a bustling extremely noisy city (but interesting). To keep the crazies out, they use razor wire.
