Costa Rica left behind, along with any opportunity to fully enjoy its richly diverse flora. The coast road becomes the pan american highway, which will form the fall back route for the rest of the trip. I do however intend to divert from it, as often as possible.
Costa Rica’s coast seems to be up for sale and the property agents have secured all the prime spots. This makes it almost impossible to see the sea from the road, the odd glimpse being the best one can hope for.
On the mountain side, there was a carpet of thick cloud, promising the inevitable rain later in the day…the clue is in the name, “Rain Forest” and you don’t have to look to hard.
I’d set off early, so I’m at the border by 9 am.
Rather than dive into the paperwork, I’d pulled over for a coffee. Then a 1200 GSA pulls in. This is the coolest rider I’ve seen. Dark glasses, flip lid up, black t shirt and a back protector. No visible luggage other than the standard tin cases. Very neat.
Javier is from Spain and this is third month on the road, having shipped his bike to Seattle, then headed to Alaska, before turning round