I have a theory that the ridiculously low speed limits in the country prompt the Ticos to occasionally crash into each other purely to relieve the boredom of driving.
We journeyed northwards along the coast road and stopped where a lot of people had congregated on a river bridge. This is what they were staring down at.
We bought provisions at Jaco, a strange town where apparently empty blocks of condominiums for Americans outnumbered inhabitants.
Then on to Puntarenas where we filled up with petrol and boarded a ferry to Naranjo on the Nicoyan peninsula. It was a pleasant if windy hour and a half long cruise. The cloud which persistently cloaked the inland mountains could plainly be seen.
Unfortunately the ferry was half an hour late in departing, and had trouble docking at the other end too. For some reason these ferries dock by coming in sideways and the collateral damage to the berthing structures was obvious.
The lateness meant that night had fallen before we reached our destination, the Tropicale Beach Lodge at Carrillo Beach. Typically there was no sign from the main road, but our trusty satnav led us to an animal sanctuary which we knew was opposite to the lodge, and by 7pm we were ensconced in a rather sweet cabin in its grounds.
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