It did rain during the night, but it wasnt a heavy torrential downpour, and the tent stayed nice and dry. My clothes were still a bit damp from the previous day though, so I decided to have breakfast in a restaurant and give them an extra hour to dry. A lot of people dont seem to rate Costa Rican food, but a breakfast of pintos (rice and beans), with scrambled eggs and some fruit on the side does just the job.
On the road, and I initially passed some stunning coastline, which in some way explains why so many Americans are choosing to retire here. They seem to be a younger crowd than the ones in Mexico… Late forties and on. I still dont quite see the appeal of living in a condo, crammed on an estate with other condos though.
The road was agreeably unstrenuous, and I pulled into the town of Quepos where I soon found a hotel. 5000 Colones (10 dollars) is the going rate for a single room in both Costa Rica and most of central america. In the evening, I fixed a puncture in the Bob tyre – Do I know how to live or what !!