It turns out noises in the night do wake me up, especially when it sounds like it’s someone on top of the roof removing things and then passing them down. A strange night’s sleep.
I was up pretty early with the plan of heading to the Nicoya peninsula. It’s a very pretty part of Costa Rica which sticks into the Pacific and would give me a chance to avoid being on the Interamericana. The alternative way of avoiding it was to head north towards a volcano and large lake, but I was
I was offered breakfast by Marisol, but knowing the border wasn’t far away didn’t want to impose, although she already had a cup of coffee ready before I could roll out. It was an easy 10-15km to the border, although I did have to get my jacket out as the rain wanted to ensure I wasn’t riding alone. I knew I was closing in on the border, as I went past a line of trucks that lasted about 3km.
I arrived at the border having spent nearly all of my Nicaraguan money, saving just enough
After a couple of days doing nothing at the beach at El Gigante, I decided it was time to move on. Neither John, my host, nor the surroundings made me have that impression, but, if I had stayed longer, I wouldn’t have had the time to go to Ometepe and so many people have told me it’s their favourite place in Nicaragua so I didn’t want to miss it.
I don’t know why, maybe because I knew it was such a short ride for the day, but I had a very relaxed calm over me for the whole
B & Elan were in Granada until late Tuesday before going to the capital to take a plane to the Corn Islands to go scuba diving. That meant we spent the day hanging out, a lot of it trying to avoid the horrible heat by chilling in their hostel. The same weather that I can ride through on my bike is much worse when walking round due to the lack of a breeze.
Instead of hanging out for another night in Granada, I set out to ride 25km to the next town to make the ride shorter the next day. It
Even though we’d been out drinking the night before, I was up with the sun. I took a while to leave as I didn’t want to wake Jaime up too early, but I was on the road just after 6am buying a bag of bread that looked like hotdog rolls for breakfast, even though Jaime’s mum had offered to make me something, to try to avoid the heat. Like the previous days, it actually was really sunny and got quite hot for a couple of hours, but by the time I’d ridden the 45km to the border