Placencia seemed like a nice enough place — overly developed for my taste, but lively and accommodating as a result. We had a bad experience here, however, with some monster-sized cockroaches in our cabina. It was also expensive for us relative to what we’d been paying in Guatemala. So we left after a day.
On our way out of town, we happened to run into a friend of ours from our Spanish school in Antigua. It was a totally random incident, and it was a lot of fun because he joined us as we traveled down the southern highway by bus on our way to Punta Gorda, from which we ferried across the border to Livingston, Guatemala.
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