Wednesday, 27-08-2014. Day 8 (continued)

16 Hours on a Bus (Part 2)

There are a two main things one should bear in mind when crossing the border from Costa Rica to Panama via a land route.

Bring a pen. There are a lot of forms to fill out.
They won’t let you leave the country if you haven’t paid your exit tax.

The bus pulled into the Costa Rican side of the border about 7:15 p.m., only 15 minutes into a Spanish-dubbed showing of Iron Man. We all got out and stood in line as one weary immigrations employee scanned, stamped, and initialed every passport and set of customs forms handed to him. There were about 40 people on our bus, so it took awhile.

Three of those people, however, hadn’t paid their exit tax, which caused a few problems for them. We weren’t sure what happened exactly, but they were pulled out of line and wandered off to settle the matter elsewhere. It apparently got all sorted, because these folks joined up with the rest of us on the Panama side a little later. But it didn’t look like they'd had a lot of fun. So, again, remember to pay your exit tax.

Has Anybody Seen the Bus?

After we were cleared to leave the country, we turned around and … the bus was gone. As it turns out, you can’t ride across the border — you have to walk.

So we shouldered our backpacks and walked past a series of storefronts, dodged cars across a traffic-clogged street, and resisted the siren call of bored street vendors as we strolled right into Panama.

A word on the police. Up until now, the Costan Rican police had looked pretty friendly, and they dressed in blue uniforms similar to those we're used to in the United States. But on the border, these guys, who may have actually been Panamanian police, in their armored vests and sporting assault rifles, looked a lot more like military than police.

Now that we were officially out of Costa Rica, we had to officially enter Panama. As we walked beneath the Welcome to Panama sign, someone handed us the necessary customs and immigration forms (again, bring your own pen!).

By this point, I was getting pretty good at filling out these things, so as I scribbled away with apparent authority, I had people come over to me and ask what “forseen address” meant and “what do I put for this section about negotiable instruments?”

*Some guy was sleeping on a piece of cardboard on the steps right below the Welcome to Panama sign.*

It costs $1 per person to enter Panama (so that’s another tip: always have a little cash of the country you’re entering on hand), and you need to have proof that you’re going to be leaving, or they won't let you in. They also take your photo with a small digital camera in addition to stamping your passport.

A Warm Welcome in Panama

Now that we were officially in Panama, it was time for customs clearance. All of us bus passengers had to retrieve our luggage from our bus — which had entered Panama without us.

Once we had our luggage, we walked into a small, really hot room with a series of tables. One of the officials read everyone’s name off of a passenger manifest. The whole thing had an odd high school gym class feel. Then everyone rushed the tables to get their bags inspected. We were near the end of the line, so we got lighter treatment than some of the earlier inspectees.

All the passengers (and the bags) were on the bus by 8:30. I was sort of looking forward to seeing the rest of Iron Man, but no such luck. As soon as we hit the road, it was lights out the rest of the way. Even my overhead reading light didn’t work, so I tried to get a little sleep.

We all slept fitfully. We woke occasionally to feel the bus rocketing down the highway or teeter wildly as it took the tight curves or passed some slower moving vehicle. A few times I woke freezing, wishing I’d worn long pants. At one point, Frankie, who can twist her limbs into strange pretzel-like shapes, actually got stuck in her seat. I had to lift her up and turn her around.

I also remember stopping, briefly, in Santiago, Panama at midnight, but other than that the last half of the ride was all a blur until we pulled into Albrook Bus Terminal (Gran Terminal Nacional De Transporte) at 5:00 a.m.

In total, the ride had been 16 hours (we had a time change when we crossed into Panama). And just to summarize ... in the last 24 hours, we’d spent 19 of those in some sort of vehicle.

Sorry there aren't too many pictures here. I couldn’t take them at the border and there wasn't much to see on the bus. But in four hours we would be touring Panama City where a lot more photos were taken.