We headed for the border with a lunch break at a local soda. Teresa’s bike had lost a spoke again (the newly replaced one was obviously not good quality), and just to top it off she got bitten by a wasp (or something similar). Got to the border, what a confusing experience. About the size of three football pitches of total madness with lots of bureaucracy and wasted time. Even the payment for leaving Nicaragua was split into two payments and no change possible from a 100 dollar note (bearing in mind you have to pay in US dollars!). Nevertheless , we crossed an hour later and cycled up the plateau to the Costa Rican town of La Cruz. Tiring climb was kindly rewarded with great views of the pacific coast at sun set! Priceless!. Supper in the park - pineapple and snacks. Collapsed planning a visit to see the leather back turtles in Tamarindo.