The photos below are what we saw.
This is
the main road through Santa Teresa. Bikes, quads and foot
travel are the norm.
The
ticos are very ad-hoc about their parking and think nothing about
just parking in the middle of the street blocking traffic.
The car under the B&B sign is half in the roadway and when
this happens on both sides of the street, driving becomes problematic.
Puravida.
One of the gals saw Kathleen raise the camera and gave her the
thumbs-up.
On the
south side of Santa Teresa, we took a side road to the beach
access.
There
were plenty of surfers in the water.
This
fellow was doing quite nicely.
The size
of the waves can be judged from the folks in the water.
We saw
plenty of folks with surf boards as well as quads equipped with
surf board racks.
Quads
are a good way to get around town, but the road dust is
fierce. Note this bridge without guard rails and nothing
to stop you from going in should you be careless with the right
tires.
At
Malpais the beach looked great.
There
was a bar out on the point.
We
traveled across the Nicoya Peninsula to Paquera. Our plan was to take
the ferry from Paquera to Puntarenas which, according to the
map, would save us about 100km of travel. The locals told
us that due to the schedule, it may not save us much time, but
we arrived just in time for departure.
Next to
the ferry landing was sombody's personal paradise.
They
packed us in tight. I could barely get out of the car.
There
were several of this class of ferry in service on this
route. Departures were about every 2 hours.
We were
on the bottom deck and there was a trap door that exposed the
ramp to the lower deck.
This
fellow has a truck full of cattle going to market.
Kathleen
checks our position while munching chocolate.
There
was some weather building over the mountains to the south.
About
mid-path we passed the sister ferry heading to Paquera.
The unloading
at Puntarenas was actually quite efficient. Traffic in
Puntarenas was anything but efficient. This fellow doing
deliveries failed to close his rear cargo door and ripped down
some of the local trees. Note the tire-swallowing open
gutter on the right.
Puntarenas
was what I would call "economically distressed".
Like
many of the areas that we traveled, houses and apartments had
high fences and razor wire.
South of
Punta Gaupinol we got a nice view from a road-side turn-out.
We
finally arrived in Manuel Antonio but it was late and we did not
have reservations. We got lucky and found a nice room at
the very first place we checked. We were out on our
balcony patio and a large beetle landed on the wall. Out
of nowhere, a group of small lizards came to have dinner.
The first one there snatched him up and the others tried in vain
to steal it. It proves that in the animal kingdom, as with
humanity, it is easier to steal than it is to work.
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