Breakfast, water top up then voted to cheat by taking a bus ride to Liberia to avoid a dangerous ride along the Interamericana highway (with no hard shoulder). Very smooth bus ride with very kind staff (a bit of a difference to the Nicaraguan rough busses). Liberia had not much to offer, but the bicycle shop next to the main square was the best in central America! We had our spoke fixed. A quick ice cream session and we headed out of town on our bikes. Lots of stops at road side cafes and the mandatory picture of a “Liberian girl” interspersed by cycling, and lots of sweat. We decided on a shortcut route to Playa Potrero.
The last 8 km climbing across a ridge on a dirt track was absolute agony and in some places we had to push the bikes. At one stage we even considered brewing tea in our steaming hot water bottles. Arrived at the beach and stopped at the first beach café we saw. Celebrated Teresa’s birthday chatting to some American (Texan) holiday makers (who invited us to experience tubing, dragging along cold beers), watching the abundant wildlife and enjoying a few beers. Loved the outstanding vews so much that we overnighted at café’s nearby beach huts. What a spot!
The last 8 km climbing across a ridge on a dirt track was absolute agony and in some places we had to push the bikes. At one stage we even considered brewing tea in our steaming hot water bottles. Arrived at the beach and stopped at the first beach café we saw. Celebrated Teresa’s birthday chatting to some American (Texan) holiday makers (who invited us to experience tubing, dragging along cold beers), watching the abundant wildlife and enjoying a few beers. Loved the outstanding vews so much that we overnighted at café’s nearby beach huts. What a spot!