My feet hit the ground after 6 hours on the bus. I didn´t know what to expect…. I had been told this place was beautiful. I was told that here in Rio Celeste that when god created the sky he took a bit of it and placed it in this River called Rio Celeste… I have to admit I was mighty sceptical… My experience of Costa Rica had taken a slight hit this week. My body was and still is refusing the rice and beens, the house I am staying in had gotten much louder and I hadn´t managed to sleep for nearly 5 days. My faith in people had taken a massive hit and deep down I hoped this place would give me a bit of spark back. I needed it. I needed not to miss my family, the country side of England, the old pubs and not being stalked in shops, by strangers not wanting to touch my hair constantly or simply chat to me because I look different… As we luckily went off the bus at the exact right momento without any signs as to where this place was I wondered if my luck was turning. We started walking up...