The next morning, we opted to make the run south into Costa Rica. We got a late start and arrived at the border midday. We ran into another rider we had seen way back in Baja, a dude on a BMW named Kevin, and his riding partner who he picked up along the way (I guess it’s not as hard to find partners as I thought! Why’d it take me so long to find Hollywood?!). But unfortunately, borders are such a stressful hassle, we barely got a chance to catch up with one another. We ran around checking out of Nicaragua, and then started the slow, document-heavy process of checking into Costa Rica. For some unexplainable reason, customs and immigration were nowhere near each other on the Costa Rican border, so we spent a good 3 or 4 hours running back and forth between customs, immigration and insurance buildings, plus places to copy important papers (I STILL don’t understand why they don’t provide copy machines to border offices. El Salvador is the only country to get this right so far).