Tico Time is taking a break. Real time is exerting its power. We are no longer slugs but snails as we have our shell. Yes, our container arrived today - we have paraphernalia again! Only one week longer than originally estimated. Plus its arrival came a day sooner that we were advised earlier this week!
Four weeks to sail the Pacific Ocean and four weeks to travel across Costa Rica.
First of all the ship docked at Puerto Limon on the Caribbean coast. Then our container traveled on to San Jose, where it was subjected to two weeks of various checks and bureaucracy; naturally our container was one of the unlucky ones and was opened up. Amazingly, they looked at our crap, I mean chattels, and decided we didn't have any objects of any worth and charged us a relatively small amount of import tax. Funnily enough they didn't examine DH's three tool boxes, all full of Snap-on tools, otherwise the invoice would have been way higher!
One hundred and fifty seven boxes of varying sizes were then transported in a lorry by Pickfords Costa Rican partners to our friend's yard in Playa del Coco. Unfortunately it was agreed that the lorry would not make it up the mountain to Ocotal, which meant that we had to do the last leg of our containers' journey ourselves. So with the aid of the three Costa Rican removal men, two Nicaraguan labourers and one Colombian pick-up driver, DH and I (armed with a clipboard), took six trips up to the condo - three runs in the pick-up towing a large trailer of packages and three trips without the trailer.
Just over three hours later and all our boxed possessions are harboured in our garage, with a few exceptions. We did unpack, and thoroughly check about seven boxes; ES finally has his own bed, in his own room, which means he no longer has to share with YS. Two reasonably happy boys ... well not that happy as I foolishly didn't unpack the Xbox! Such a bad parent!
Only one hundred boxes left to empty tomorrow then? Oh joy of joys!
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