Sammy is one happy guy.
Why so happy, you ask?
We’ll get to that shortly.
Sammy was my driver between the capital of Costa Rica, San Jose, and the Arenal Manoa resort that sits in the shadow of the Arenal volcano.
But let’s back up a bit.
Yesterday I boarded an A320 in Lima, Peru that took me to San Jose.
It was not an easy flight.
Colliding warm and cold fronts plus wacky winds that result from mountain ranges made the flight uncomfortably bumpy. Now, I know that planes aren’t disastrously brought down by turbulence. Planes aren’t disastrously brought down hardly at all. Full stop.
But I don’t care how used to air travel you are. A flight like that would give the most seasoned traveller a sphincter factor of 9.5. Probably leave a new pucker in the seat cushion. I did end up with half a cup full of Coke in my lap, fizzing away.
It’s not pleasant, don’t try it on purpose.
So it was with no small relief that we landed – HARD – in San Jose.
I was met at the airport by a Camino Travel rep who took me to the Costa Rica Marriott. Swanky place.
For some reason, I was upgraded to – get this – the Presidential Suite.
The Presidential Suite. For me.
It’s huge. Cavernous. It echoed. I don’t know what the square footage might be, but I’ve owned houses that had less square footage on one floor than this suite. I could invite a dozen friends and their wives/husbands/partners for the night and have plenty of room left over to put the empties.
Next morning I was met by Sammy, my driver and guide who was to take me to the Arenal Manoa resort. “The drive takes 2 to 3 hours,” he said. “First part straight, second part like this,” and he made wavy gestures with his hands.
It seems like my turbulent ride on the plane was to be followed up with a turbulent ride in his taxi.
“I’ve been driving this road for seven years and one accident only,” he grinned. He didn’t elaborate. I didn’t ask.
So why is Sammy so happy?
“I have been saved by the lord Jesus Christ!”
Oh no. This is going to be a long drive.