This wasn't an un-made up road. An un-made up road is maintained by running a grader over it every couple of months. This was an un-maintained road with pot-holes up to two feet deep. Even with low ratio gears engaged, the wheels just spun and failed to find traction. We gave up and went round the long way, adding 20 km to the journey.
When we finally got to Playa Panama in the Bahia de Culebra, it was stunningly beautiful. We put on snorkelling gear in the calm clear waters but although the fish were abundant, they were almost all of a small translucent variety. Whilst navigating to the bay, Christine realised she couldn't find her glasses. Another thing had gone missing.
We drove on to Playa Coco for lunch along with hundreds of Ticos who had congregated there for the weekend. Much more like a Mexican township with troubadours singing in white sombreros and loudspeaker vans advertising at full volume, both adding to the din.
Finally when we got home we realised a hole had developed in the day bag and one of our emergency whistles had escaped.
We can only conclude that somehow the map has been stolen, the glasses must have dropped out of the car when the passenger door was opened, and the whistle dropped out of the bag.
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