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It was a dark and stormy night. I was working the late shift when the phone rang. I answered it. "Help me" she said, "I'm lost in Costa Rica and my BMW is running really badly." "I'll be right down" I replied. I grabbed my passport and my trusty sidekick, Debbie, and caught the next plane south. When we got there we realized that we had no idea where the unfortunate BMW had gotten to and we were going to have to search for it. Fortunately, Costa Rica is smaller than France and France is smaller than Texas, so how hard could it be?
We started out looking in the mountains just outside the capital city of San Jose, especially around the Volcano Poa. We did not find it there but we got a lead that it had been sighted in the jungle lowlands in the northeast of the country. We visited a family there who claimed to have seen it but we looked around a while before deciding that it must have moved on to the west.
We headed over into the Monteverde Cloud Forest, where we narrowly missed catching it. Alas it had headed further west to the beaches only hours ahead of us. At the beach of Tamarindo we knew we were in the right neighborhood and we searched for several days, even walking up and down the beach barefoot. Much to our surprise we couldn't find the limping BMW even then. Lo and behold, wwe then found out that there were other beaches further south. My trusted assistant and I then jumped in our car and dashed south, searching other beaches as we went, finally as far as Manuel Antonio. Eventually, after 10 days of searching for the woman with the broken BMW, we had to face the fact that we were not succeeding, and we headed back home. If she calls again, we stand ready to head back to Costa Rica at a moments notice. Somebody's got to do it. |
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