Oh, Bono. You do all your wonderful work in Africa, but your legacy truly lives on in Costa Rica.
It's almost been four whole, official days here, and I'm starting to get my lay of the land in San Jose... well, starting to at least. The city has a very complex way of navigating things. All north-south roads are "calles" while "avenidas" run east-west. All are numbered, except that north of the "avenida central" the avenidas are odd numbers, south of center they are even. Similarly, the calles west of "calle central" are even, while those east are odd. Eventually, you can figure this out. Then everything's bien, no?
Well, to make things worse, street signs are few and far between, and few cab drivers know streets by their number. Instead, directions are often given by distance from a certain landmark (our hostel, for example, is 225 m north of Parque Morazan). So, once you finally figure out the grid, the moment you get into a cab you must unlearn what you have learned. For a country that eschews all things "complex" (more on that later), I found this system puzzling to say the least.
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