I had covered 50km just past Orotina when I realised that I was not going to make it to the airport on time. The busses where probably not allowed on this highway so back to old fashioned hitchhiking. I think that after no more than 1 minute later, a 4x4 has stopped with some guy waving at me to jump in. They were the cyclists who needed the pump that morning! I could not believe my luck: how spooky was that!!! Truly amazing! A very comfy leather seat with air‐con cooling my over‐boiled body. They both could not believe the situation either. We did some manic driving into oncoming traffic (the opposite way was not in use ). An hour later I was dropped off just outside the international airport with half an hour to spare! I wheeled my bike to the arrival gate and a friendly American cyclist encouraged me to exchange info. He was waiting for his parents to arrive. They were just visiting him on a two week trip. Two hours later my beloved showed up. Iberian cheapest flight ever (not!) became the worst experience ever. No bags!!! They had somehow stayed in Madrid. Will Arrive tomorrow (hopefully). Our thank you gift for Gustavo (friend who looked after Teresa’s bicycle) was still in Europe. Well Alajuela is only 3km from the airport and a quite nice city too, so no drama as long as the bag arrives tomorrow. Shame on you British Airways to join forces with such a disaster fleet. Walked to town to get some food and watched a teenage concert on the main square. Got chatted to by locals checking on our trip. Found accommodation and got in touch with Gustavo (he will pop in at 9 am tomorrow with the bike). The hostel was very big with lots of funky connecting buildings and an old feel to it. We met a Welsh couple on a route south from Mexico heading for South America. The first floor apartment was open plan and windows gently inhaling all the music from the party on the nearby square. FANTASTIC!!!