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Just ogo with, "there is something for everybody in Costa Rica" approach, dodge the bullets, keep mongering converation to a minimum in the plane and waiting area so that you don't get made as a Ch*ld molester (remember that TSA/Customs can take your laptop and keep it indefinitely).

And this big ego profession let me guess comdom vendor in Parque Morazon

I'm the type that discourages conversation on a plane....unless it's with a hot chick.

Funny thing is, last month on my way back, the old lady beside me on the ATL to YYZ leg was originally from the city I'm from so we talked a bit & it was kind of enjoyable.

But I'm with Srilm & Pac, I don't give a rat's ass about anyone's opinion on why I go to CR.

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I also try not to have a conversation with the person next to me. This is true whenever I travel, not just to CR. I put my headphones on, listen to music, watch a movie, sleep (or pretend to).

You just never know what you are going to get. Was once sitting in Mcarron Airport In Las Vegas. Heading for home. Sat down across from a young blonde about 25. She was constantly nodding off. She was afraid to fall asleep. Seems she had missed her flight earlier and was sitting here 9-10 hrs later to catch another. She was afaid she would fall asleep and miss another. I told her to go to sleep and I would wake her up when they started to call for the flight. Woke her up and I told her that I was in the front section. As standby she was scheduled to be in the rear. Asked if I would try to save her a seat. After she sat down next to me, had a casual conversation. Initially she claimed she was an interior decorator. Based on her dress and the stuff she was carrying I saw through that pretty quickly. Finally admitted she was working at the Spearmint Rhino. There was only two of us in a 3 seat section. She asked if I minded if she stretched out. Spent the next 4 hrs with her head in my lap. Toward the end of the lap she started getting a little playful. She was home for 2 weeks, had a sick mother. We ended up seeing each other 4-5 times. Have since spent time with her in Vegas since. Sometimes being friendly and striking up a conversation can be rewarding

depends on who is sitting next to me, if it some one who I prefer not to talk to, I start to have a conversation with the only other intelligent person on the plane-and that would be me--

But mostly I try to get some sleep, as sleep may be hard to come by when the plane lands, if you know what I mean....

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