So me and two bros went to Costa Rica for spring break. Upon our arrival to our first destination we saw multiple “Farmacias”, and decided we needed some valium to combat the inevitable truth that Panama was the only thing that stood between us and Columbia . Since my Spanish is the best out of the three of us, hence the name The Spaniard, I entered the Farmacia looking extremely distressed.
I told the nice Spanish chick that I lost my luggage, with my passport and all my medicine. I told her I take medicine to fall asleep, and needed something to relax. After a little bit of dramatics, she could tell I wasn’t going to give up. But as I have learned the system is not as lax as I hoped, because she didn’t sell it to me then and there.
Instead she called the doctor’s office to make sure he was there, as naturally he surfs during the day. She took me across the street where the town’s doctor worked. She said a quick word to a nurse, and left me in the empty waiting room. 30 minutes later, a shaggy, long-haired middle aged doctor strolls out and ask me what he can do for me. Barely listening to my bullshit story, he begins writing out my prescription. He tells me this costs 20 US dollars, a convienient whole integer. You’ll need to pay the real cost at the Farmacia, but its well worth it. We bought 30 pills for about 30 bucks, and had no problems passing out whenever we wanted.