After a long delay with the line art, then a problem with the printers, we've finally got CRF X-F #2 onto store shelves! We introduce a new, recurring villain right at the end, and we settle into a setting that will carry us through the arc of the story.
So, at long last, utilizing the latest in three-color-printing, I now present to you Issue Number TWO!!!
Stopped by the American Mall, near the university. It sucked, because we were hoping to find some good, third-world-style deals on sweatshop clothing, but no such luck. Everything was just like an American Mall, even the prices. That's when we realized that this was not the third world, that this was the second world at worst, and they were trying hard to become first world capitalists. And everyone knows how I feel about capitalism.
A bank of phones in a park by the university. I couldn't get over this guy's sweatsuit. Awesome.
Again, looking for deals, we stopped in a little street-side shoe shop. Well, Allison did; I hung outside and took pictures. The sign reads '1 for c5000 / 2 x c9000'. That's $10 and $18 for one and two pairs of shoes, respectively.
After cleaning out our security locker at the hostel, where we'd kept our passports, cash, and camera gear.
After meeting up with our crew, we drove from San Jose in the west-central area of the country to Puerto Viejo on the southeastern, Caribbean coast. The trip took us through the mountains and the rain forests, including this moment as we drove through a cloud, with sheets of rock and foliage going up almost horizontal on one side, and open vistas overlooking beautiful valleys on the other.
We arrived at Cashew Hill Jungle Lodge late at night, got some food and hit the sack. Andy stayed up a little later writing in his journal once he went to bed.