Leaving Paramaribo, my knee was feeling a bit better, but I didn’t want to ride over the bridge that crossed the river. It’s a 2km climb up, and then a 2km drop down, with a single lane each way that wouldn’t have been at all enjoyable during rush hour traffic. Thankfully the boats that used to get people across are still running, and I took one. I’d read another blog where they paid 20SRD ($6) each so I offered 15 ($4.50) and the boatmen accepted. We left straight away,
I had a couple of delightful days off in Mérida with Jodi and Ebed. There was plenty of rest thrown in, including a trip to a hot spring, wandering round downtown and drinking plenty of beer. A crate of 36 222ml bottles of beer cost 200 Bolivares – less than $5 at the black market rate. As well as that, there was a visit to a gym class which involved so many squats I managed to tweak a muscle. Unfortunately one of the main attractions of Mérida has been closed for the last few years, although
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
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
After a couple of rest days in Chiquimula, it was time to cross the border to El Salvador. There were several border crossings close by, and I opted for the one of San Cristóbal as I preferred the route profile. I’d have a decent climb in the morning before it got hot and then it’d be gently rolling most of the way with another climb later. The alternate towards Matapan would have had several climbs throughout the day and actually more climbing in total.
My time in Chiquimula hadn’t