A bridge that tempts fate
I wondered why the bus stop was so far away from the National Park where I experienced the mystical blue waters of the Río Celeste. After an hour walk, I reached the bus stop which sat at the foot of an old, wooden bridge. While waiting, I decided to cross to the other side where I discovered the reason for my trek.
Warning: Light vehicles only
Buses don’t drive beyond this point. Drivers beware: It’s always good to know a bit of the local language. P.S. The bus never came, so I ended up getting a ride from a couple on their way to town – on the other side of the bridge!
