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
After just two nights it was time to roll out from Jorge’s. He’s a delightful man and I could have easily stayed longer, but Bernice, an American friend of mine from my time teaching in Korea, was in Nicaragua and the one time our schedules might overlap is the 3rd and 4th of June when we will hopefully both be in Granada, Nicaragua. With other things between Zambrano and Granada I had to leave. First on the list was a short ride to Tegus where David, a Costa Rican working for the
The highlight of my time in Gracias wasn’t the pretty colonial architecture, but the fun hanging out with some of the primary school students who came to visit the house. They reminded me of my students in Korea, except being at a school where they’re taught everything in English they could express their natural inquisitiveness more easily.
The road out of Gracias continued through the mountains, and I set off with the hope of getting to San Jose, the first town along the way for a
My plan meant I’d get to double back and descend the same climb into San Salvador that had been so toasty when I’d arrived a week earlier. The traffic was pretty light as I left shortly after 6am, but the descent wasn’t that fun, mainly because the new tyre handles quite differently and I’m not quite used to it. It’s a lightweight road tyre and has minimal grip, something that had me nearly lose control going over the bump between the lane and the shoulder that would