Got myself ready for 10 am and cycled semi difficult 20 km to Cartago.
While cycling uphill one of my SPD cleats would not clip out so I have landed on my side tumbling in the grass down hill. Lucky to find some grass here J
Stopped for a biscuit and had a chat with a few random strangers.
The town was not very special except the Basilica which had been rebuilt to its former glory.
Earthquakes in 1841, 1910 and the latest in 1920 had destroyed the city, devastating its former glory as a capital city. Nether-the-less the views surrounding the city are spectacular.
I have decided to have look at the highest active volcano (Irazu 3432m) in Costa Rica.
From midday until 18:00, I accomplished only 20 km of constant uphill agony.
I met a poor local cyclist who had a puncture but did not want to fix it. His wife was on the way to pick him up. Well the height was around 2700 with strong winds and the bloke did not look too happy so I gave him my recently appropriated fleece blancket. (Thank You - Taca Airlines)
Lucky to find kind a farmer who let me stay in his front garden at 2800m height above sea level.
Picturesque views out of the tent did not compensate for the feeling of cold. I slept in everything that I had in my packs like a baby.
While cycling uphill one of my SPD cleats would not clip out so I have landed on my side tumbling in the grass down hill. Lucky to find some grass here J
Stopped for a biscuit and had a chat with a few random strangers.
The town was not very special except the Basilica which had been rebuilt to its former glory.
Earthquakes in 1841, 1910 and the latest in 1920 had destroyed the city, devastating its former glory as a capital city. Nether-the-less the views surrounding the city are spectacular.
I have decided to have look at the highest active volcano (Irazu 3432m) in Costa Rica.
From midday until 18:00, I accomplished only 20 km of constant uphill agony.
I met a poor local cyclist who had a puncture but did not want to fix it. His wife was on the way to pick him up. Well the height was around 2700 with strong winds and the bloke did not look too happy so I gave him my recently appropriated fleece blancket. (Thank You - Taca Airlines)
Lucky to find kind a farmer who let me stay in his front garden at 2800m height above sea level.
Picturesque views out of the tent did not compensate for the feeling of cold. I slept in everything that I had in my packs like a baby.