Before we left San Gerardo de Dota, we said goodbye to Mr and Mrs Quetzal. She sat on her favourite branch but he was shy and hid behind leaves.
We also paid a visit to a hummingbird's nest. You can just see a fledgling's beak poking out from beneath the mother. She is about 2 inches long and the smallest species in the country.
First and second gear ground us up a thousand metres in altitude to the highway. Aptly named, we reached 3510 metres above sea level and were enveloped in cloud and rain again.
Eventually we descended and turned westwards to the Pacific. We stopped for lunch on the beach and met a very defensive crab, and serried flights of pelicans silently glided above us while Pacific rollers crashed into surf in front of us.
The coast road ran through miles of oil palm plantations. The Hotel Flor Blanca came as a bit of a shock though. Very basic with little to commend it.
We walked down a very steep mostly dirt road to the beach. The beach itself was stunning. White sand against outcrops of basaltic agglomerate forming islands, sea stacks and tombolas.
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