It rained quite heavily overnight, and although the skys were clear in the morning, as the day went on, clouds began to appear once more. Again, the road was pretty easy, with only two short sections of dirt where they were making repairs.
Along the way, I passed through some huge African Oil Palm plantations. Costa Rica is a rich country, not just through ex-pat money, but its natural resources. The processing of these vegetable oils is a big industry here.
I made the town of Uvita before 12.00, and headed to hotel Tucan, which is a backpackers place. There was a camping option, which I wisely turned down, as the heavens opened in the afternoon, and deafening torrential rain poured down. Ironically, when I spoke to my parents last, they had enquired about tropical storms, and I had replied that there weren't any. Dad – I stand corrected. It pisses down every afternoon ! (It is unseasonal however).
As always, some random drunk guy started talking to me in the hostel. Drunk quote of the day – ‘ I never met a Costa Rican girl that could cook an egg'. Deep stuff indeed.