The day we left Dominical, Kim and the kids left too. We said goodbye but we would see them again soon.

We followed a while later and after 500 meters (500 yards) we saw them already. They had run into a British girl and had been talking and swopping maps. She also gave us a campingtip; she had camped in the yard of a hotel close to Quepos. We were already planning on going to Quepos, it was only 45 kms (27 miles) and flat, but we wanted to start easy. That’s also why we left pretty late.

Got back on the bikes together with Kim and promised to look for the hotel and meet there. When we had just finished lunch in a restaurant, Kim passed us; because it was flat he could enjoy the engine on his bike. We arrived at the hotel almost together and asked if we could camp there. That was okay, we were pointed out a big piece of grass. We could also use the pool.

We said goodbye to Kim and the kids the next morning, but probably not for very long. Undoubtedly we will see each other again somewhere. The last 75 kms (46 miles) to Jaco were warm, but we arrived nice and early and had time to go to the beach in the afternoon. After Jaco it started to get hilly, and therefor harder, again but we also managed to do the next 75 kms (46 miles) to Punta Arenas in a (long) morning. We could take the ferry to the peninsula of Nicoya that same day.

A few kms outside of Tarcoles is the bridge over the Tarcoles river. Nothing special about the bridge itself, but it is famous for the crocodiles that live underneath. A large group of these enormous animals lie around doing nothing and waiting for a prey.

On Nicoya, we cycled through farming country and on mostly flat roads. It took us 2 short days to get back to the Panamericana toward Nicaragua. There, Ronnie celebrated his birthday. With breakfast at the bakery and his favorite lunch of Chinese food.

One day, when we were enjoying a cold drink in a park, we discovered that that park was filled with iguanas living in the trees. They had been given watermelon and they sure liked that. The big ones probably had already eaten because they were up in the trees and the smaller ones took their turn when we were there.

The last kilometers in Costa Rica were hilly and stormy. We hadn’t had much (head)wind for a long time, so we weren’t used to it anymore.