I finally headed out of San Jose on the 4th of July. Relaxing in Heredía with Mario my host was incredibly easy for many reasons, one of them being just how good a chef he is. I’d make plans to leave, but when I would mention them to Mario he would tell me that the next day he was going to be making yet another delicious thing and I couldn’t possibly go without eating that. The day I left he was going to be making cheesecake, apparently a speciality of his, and I nearly stayed to
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