It was time for another border run, this time from Nicaragua to Costa Rica. All in all, things went as expected; we stood in lines, filled out forms, and went back and forth between offices to get this copy or that form. Once across the border, we headed towards tiny Junquilla National Park. We had followed instruction and stocked up of food, beer and rum before crossing the border, but still nearly died of shock when we say how expensive entry to the national park was. $19 each for the night. We were not in Nicaragua any longer, and the rumours of Costa Rica being exorbitantly expensive were obviously true. Other than a friendly French couple, we had the entire park to ourselves, and spent the evening admiring the bountiful wildlife. Fish leapt from the water, rays roamed the surf in packs, their fins protruding from the water and the local coati joined us for dinner. I think he was hoping we would share our sausages (we didn’t). Later that night racoons raided the bins and found a Tim Tam packet caked with melted chocolate. The beach at night was covered in hermit crabs and during a bare foot walk to the car, I spotted a baby snake.
AuthorsThis is the story of Linden, Angus and their (not-so) trusty steed Pancho as they set off on an overlanding adventure through Mexico, Central America and beyond. Archives
April 2015
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