Wednesday Oct. 28, 2009. I woke up grumpy. The bed made too much noise because the wooden frame squeaked and the uncomfortable mattress gave me a sore neck. We retraced our route from the previous day until we hit the Trans American Highway, a one lane road. We headed to the Pacific where Betty picked Playa Hermosa for our stay because she liked the name. It was a good choice. For the first I played in the waves that were about 1 1/2 m high. The beach was almost deserted and lined with coconut palms. We stayed in an old run down motel right on the beach...but it was still nice. It was a traditional Costa Rican building and we slept with the balcony doors open to the sound of the surf.
