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February 26, 2017

Our Lady of Strays

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The journey to the Territorio is so cartographically challenging that somewhere along the way, you begin to believe that the place is imaginary, a mythical Dogtopia of endless, drooly love.
It seems impossible to get there, and yet eventually you do, zigzagging through the provincial capital of Alajuela’s maze of avenues and alleys, winding your way up into the mountains through a puzzle of villages and coffee plantations, frowning at your cell phone as its Waze app tells you to turn on routes that bear no markings. Somewhere ahead is the town of Carrizal, and beyond that the Poás volcano, and in between, the dogs. | Outside Online

Posted by gerardvanderleun at February 26, 2017 9:18 AM. This is an entry on the sideblog of American Digest: Check it out.

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Always had a rule transiting Latin America in the '50s-'60s: Never stray out of the places that had scheduled air service, or out of the parts of those places that catered to turistas. The policía looked after Americans because they were spenders. Same for north Africa and the Middle East/west Asia (spent only a little time south of the Sahara). If you're bent on sampling local culture, go to certain European countries. (Although that may be a little iffy these days.)

Posted by: BillH at February 26, 2017 9:56 AM

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