Straightforward journey by speedboat, bus and a very sweaty trot across the border and we landed in the little beach town of Puerto Viejo - a ramshackle backpacker haven with rustic bars and restaurants made of driftwood and a lot Bob Marley everywhere! Spent a while checking out hostels with the help of our self appointed hippie (and ever so slighty whiffy) hostel 'guru' before hitting the hut for a slap up fish dinner. Somehow one bottle of Imperial led to ano...