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| Selfie! Erin riding in the background. We're just south of Limon. |
In the morning Ericks mother made us breakfast again before we set off for the days ride. It rained a little bit but no big downpours. We rode towards the border with coconut oil vendors lined along the coconut tree lined highway. We said our goodbyes to Bryan and Maggie near Pureto Viejo. They're leaving their bikes there at a couch surfing hosts and continuing their magical trip in San Jose by bus meeting Bryan's parents for a couple weeks of cmagical Costa Rican fun.
We continued on for another 15km or so and slept at a church in Bribri, or fields, not sure which town it counted as. We went for pizza, which was delicious and they had internet so we ommunicated our well being before continuing on.
In the morning we rode the remaining 22km to cross the border into Panama. They charged a bunch of surprise taxes, as is typical at questionable border. We were not asked for a plane ticket, though the next fellow in line was and could not produce it. We tried our best to get away from the border as quick as possible, which meant we ate late unfortunately. At around 5pm we found a place and stayed at Finca 4 in Panama at another church. Mass was going on while we cooked and, though we were encouraged to go into the church, we continued our routine and were inundated with a swarm of kids around us asking questions and generally being interested in not-church.
After church, the adults came and asked us questions too. Other than the strange swarms of flies,the place was nice. We took advantage of people's absence in the sermon to wash in the not very private clothes washing area. Any riding day with a shower at the end of it is a not too bad one!
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| Crossing the Sixoala river bridge border crossing. |
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