Chapter 16We stopped at a gas station for take-out coffee and put the plastic blood bags in the garbage. Then we continued down the Inter-Americana Highway past miles of pineapple plantations. There were two police checks between us and Golfito. I didn't know if they would stop us and didn't have a plan if they did. Just in case, we pulled into a small grocery store and I bought some shaving cream and a razor. Marlon took them in the washroom and shaved off his mustache. He looked like a completely different person.
The highway swung east and was very scenic, following the Terraba River down from the mountains toward the Pacific Ocean to meet with the coastal highway. The first police check was shortly before Palmar Norte. It was raining and the officer waved us through.
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