Thursday Oct. 29, 2009. We went to the town El Coco a real tourist beach town. Betty insisted that we have our clothes washed in a machine. While we waited for our laundry, I had a hair cut after 73 days of traveling but who is counting...We rode through the Nicoya Peninsula and crossed the bridge La Amistad. For more than 45 km I was tempted by advertisements for a barb-b-que restaurant. Of course we could not ride by when we saw it and had to stop. It was delicious.
