transport | urbanism | adventures | pontification
For the trip from San Jose, Costa Rica, to Panama City, I rode on Tica (Transportes Internacionales Centroamericanos) Bus. While I had taken Tica Bus before, traveling from Guatemala City to San Salvador, this time I traveled on one of its Executive Class buses. That meant almost airline-level service: nice blankets and pillows, meals, and movies. We pulled into the Paso Canoas border crossing at 5:00 AM and had to wait an hour before the offices even opened. After they did, getting through the various immigration formalities took another hour and a half. Panamanian customs officers brought all of the bus’ passengers into a room, called attendance, and searched all of our bags. I made the mistake of not declaring my laptop appropriate form (apparently it counted as a household appliance), but everything went smoothly enough, and I arrived safely in Panama City fourteen hours after departing San Jose.
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