So this weekend, I packed up my gear and headed to Nosara…which is approximately 35KM from my house. The only catch……I went on a beach bike. Not a mountain bike….or even a 10 speed….but a heavy ass steel, single speed beach cruiser. When I was putting this together (in the shade) I really thought that it would be a great adventure…..and it sure was. There were a few people that were a little concerned about me going that far by myself, but I made sure to only travel early in the morning and to only carry the bare essentials….including a nominal amount of cash. Armed with 2 gallons of water, a couple of cookies and a single change of clothes…..I hit the road. At first I was stoked that I was actually doing this….the breeze was great, the scenery was awesome….and my trip was well underway…..and that is when mother nature stepped in for a reality check. I ran through all my water within the first hour….and lets just say that there aren’t that many 7-11’s on the way to Nosara. It was so hot and I was sweating so badly that I drank 2 gallons of water in under and hr……and never had to take a piss. I also had to move my books into another part of my backpack….as they were soaked from all the sweat. In addition to the raw heat, every car that passed by covered me with dust. I took a trip to Nosara by car about 7 months ago….but did not recall that many hills….I guess you never do when you are sitting comfortably in a car. There were two really steep parts that required me to get off my bike and walk. I mentioned earlier that people were warning me about robbers on the road during the evening hours…..so it made me a little paranoid…..and every time the damn iguanas rustled in the leaves….it was a little startled. So after about 2 ½ hrs….I finally rolled into town….covered in dust and sweating my ass off. I looked like a homeless kid wandering around town…..even the guy at the hotel asked what I had been doing. The first two places that I checked out were booked……and that is when destiny took my hand……….
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