by Mark N. Spencer
It was 3:30 a.m. and I had just made it through an evening at the Del Rey Hotel in San José, Costa Rica with the contents of my wallet still intact.
Off to the bus station for a seven hour trip to Granada, Nicaragua. My body was desperately yearning for a few hours sleep but my mind was still racing. The silicon palace I’d just frequented wasn’t the kind of place you’d likely forget in a hurry. First things first… one foot in front of the other Mark, one foot in front of the other.
I got to the bus just as it was about to pull away and dragged myself and my belongings aboard.



