Trip Start Jun 21, 2008
35Trip End Sep 03, 2008
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The roads are pretty bad here (in Nicaragua) and I am so glad we are on a motorcycle and not in a car! About every 60 feet the asphalt disappears and you are riding on dirt, mud and HUGE potholes, then asphalt for 60 feet and then the dirt and mud again. There is no centralized infrastructure, instead the people living in the villages by this road are out sweeping it and trying to stuff the potholes with sand or gravel but they don't have the right material or any tools for that matter
The police checkpoints were fine and the Nicaraguan police were the friendliest and the most respectful so far (believe or not!). Everyone shook Jess' hand and introduced themselves before asking for our papers etc. That has NOT happened in any other country.
The border crossing took a long time but I had a good time talking to all the truckers who were also waiting to cross into Costa Rica. They were mesmerized by the bike and I actually spoke to this one guy for almost 40 minutes, it was good practice for my poor Spanish! Jess had a worse time just standing in line but I'll let him tell you about it...
So finally we are in Costa Rica!! After riding for about an hour we rode into the first storm we've seen since arriving in Antigua, but we know this drill by now so we stopped to put on rain gear and continued until we reached our destination...happiness! This place is like a dream!
We had a delicious three-course dinner at the resort for our anniversary and it felt great to be pampered a little bit
Hey, Jess here...Costa Rica...wow...the border crossing was organized but took nearly three hours, and yes we got fumigated for crotch-crickets (see the pictures)...it was just me and the truckers, hanging out...mano y mano...you know, good guy-stuff. Anyhow, Costa Rica is obviously a very prosperous country in these parts...no chicken buses, lots of private cars, banks, mini-malls, gas-stations...all of the stuff that beautiful Bakersfield has, but for us, it just seems like a dream!!
On the bad side, they should invest some of their prosperity into their roads...lots of traffic and pretty poor road conditions. Anyhow, the resort was amazing, and we the wait-staff loved us because we were the only non-rich folks who were there...and we didn't fly, we rode from California! They thought it was awesome and kept asking us a million questions...it was fun...and there were creatures everywhere!!!...I love reptiles!!
Okay, so after a little respite, we had to get our butts to San Jose to pick up a new rear brake rotor and some brake pads. The weather took a turn for the worse, and we were riding through a total downpour, when in my mirror, I see another BMW GS 1200 splitting lanes right behind us!!! How cool!!! I tuck in behind a big truck and wait for him to pull up beside me...he flips up his helmet, say his name is Jonas, and asks where we're going...I tell him we're going to Panama, but not until we stop into the BMW shop in San Jose...he says, follow me, I'll take you there!!
Hell yeah!! Now we have a fellow GS'er taking us to the shop...and what a wild ride it was!!...splitting lanes, riding the shoulder, I think he forgot I was 2-up with all of the gear! But it was funny, I saw him get squirrely a couple of times and we never did...and we were always right on his back wheel...I think there was some mutual respect for one another when we finally got to the shop.
The guys at the BMW shop were awesome...we showed up, decked out head-to-toe in our BMW gear, bearded, and smelling like bums...just like moto-adventurers should be! They were stoked, gave us a ton of advice, and $520 later, we left with all of the parts we needed (I scaled down my initial order).
Costa Rica is beautiful, built-up, and it's obvious why this is an international tourist destination...and it felt really safe...we need to do a little bit more digging around here on our way back...but in the meantime, we're on a mission...the Canal is beckoning...the bridge between North and South America...I can't stop thinking about it.