I’d decided that the best way to get to Colombia, was to head to the coast and find the motor boats that take you along the coast. If I’d been willing to sit round for a lot of time, I could have gone to Colón to try to find someone sailing, but that could have meant me sitting round for days on end, which didn’t sound that fun. As it was, off to Cartí.
The last town before Cartí is Chepo, only about 65km from Panama City, that meant that when the rain drummed down I could
As always, I was up early and saying my goodbyes. As he had fed me the night before, I didn’t want to hang around for breakfast, so I stopped at a nearby place to get a plate of more uninspired fried things. It gave me the energy I needed for another 3 hours of riding through more hills, until I made it to the start of another big climb. Having run out of food, I stopped at a little store off the road and got to talking to some people at the bus stop. Just after I got there, the Panama City
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