A friend had located us a nice room by hermosa beach, a ten minute car journey along a dusty road north of Santa teresa. The room was perfect for what turned into a twelve hour sleep.
The following morning whilst checking out our outside kitchen, I came across an excellent Eco friendly coffee filter. Once the water is boiled you simply strain the coffee through the bag. Once done, the coffee is thrown to the ground where it composts down. The bag itself is then washed and re-used for the next coffee. Simple and inexpensive, great!
I know you’re all just so eager to find out about my next connecting flight, so let me tell you.
After a fairly unsettling boarding onto what turned into a settling flight, we reached San Salvador in a better shape than we had set off. This aside, there was a shade of tense creeping in, due to the upcoming thirty minute connection time. We disembarked the plane at a heightened state of awareness, ready to take on some mammoth task of airport gymnastics. Despite our keen enrollment in this contest, none of the competition turned up and our first place trophy could be enjoyed in all it’s glory, for at least twenty minutes, following an overly simple four-hundred meter walk along one corridor to gate thirteen.
One and a half hours later and after a total of one car journey, one train journey, three planes and a run; the breathing could not yet take a emphatic outpouring. We had one bag to collect.
Zero suspense at this stage, it popped out pretty promptly and we were set. We had arrived in Costa Rica, be it with a couple of minor emotional bruises, but nothing that the achievement of making it couldn’t overshadow.
It’s been 4 days since I wrote a blog post. Since then I have been been awake for 38 hours, walked about 30kms, ridden in a dusty jeep, shoed a cockroach, listened to a monkey and watched some butterflies.
The list goes on, but I want to attempt to separate out my days into some singular form of positivity. So now I revert back to February 2.
With a three hour connection time, one would not foresee too much of an issue in catching the next flight. However, never say never.
Whilst in terminal three at San Francisco airport, happily whiling away the time, laughing at people running for flights and observing the empty space in the departure gate column of our flight to San Salvador; we noticed that our flight was infact the only one without a gate. About twenty five minutes before departure we decided to inquire. After fifteen minutes we made very little headway, but after a walk around and a few seemingly useless conversations with airport staff, we managed to speak over the courtesy phone to a person with some knowledge. We had ten minutes until the plane were to take off, and bearing in mind they usually close the gate ten minutes prior to departure, we had zero minutes to get to a different terminal! What ensued was a crazy running experience that saw us move across acres of airport space, up and down escalators and through a surprisingly crowd-less security check. We were met on the other side of security by a flight representative, who upon receipt of us, radioed the rest of the crew to say, “we are on our way, I have them”. Yes, we were those people!
As we approached the airplane door, with my belt still hanging from my pocket following the security check, we were relieved to see that there was one person ahead of us just about to get on. So despite our sweaty exterior and our upset at having to forgo our now much needed bottle of water, we didn’t hold up the plane AND we made it.
Now the next question was “Will we make the next connection of just a 30 minute window in San Salvador?”