Nicaragua, Costa Rica, Panama – The Fatigue Factor

After the leg crunching ascents of northern El Salvador it was a novelty to find ourselves zipping across the Nicaraguan lowlands with a series of volcanos in the background.  On the downside was the increase in heat and humidity back down at sea level, which we’d managed to avoid since the Caribbean coast back in Honduras.

Line up of trucks as we approach the Nicaraguan border
Banana plantations & volcanos – welcome to Nicaragua!
This youngster is not sure about us
Big trees – a rare sight in the heavily cleared Nicaraguan lowlands
A flat fast pedal through ‘Volcano Alley’ on the road to Leon, Nicaragua

Arriving in the colonial city of Leon, we decided to take a couple of days off to explore.  Unfortunately we’d underestimated the effect of the heat (& the cost of air-conditioned rooms) and spent most of the time flaked out under a fan in a puddle of sweat.  My favourite place ended up being the modern ‘gringo-friendly’ supermarket, which was freezing and thus a perfect spot to recover from sweaty outdoor exertions. Leon is an interesting place to explore, and we headed out early to wander the streets in the relative cool as the city slowly came to life.

Early morning on the streets of Leon
The local servo – Nicaraguan style

Leaving Leon we wove our way along a series of dirt tracks, passing little villages and very basic housing. We meandered out to the coast, finding a quiet beach between the more developed villages, where we set up under some trees – apart from a basic store the community seemed to consist of little more than closed up holiday homes and ramshackle abandoned buildings.

Dry country as we headed across to the coast
Solitude on a random beach along the Pacific coast, Nicaragua
The village communication system – or just a source of maximum volume, incomprehensible noise
En route to Granada – a stop off in Masaya in hopes of volcano views across the lake …
Wandering the streets of Masaya
Bike need fixing? 

Early starts and midday finishes were standard practice as we left a trail of sweat along the roads and tracks to Granada.  Despite the oppressive heat we enjoyed the city, possibly because of the fantastic breakfast we had at Jenny’s Waffle House which put us in a good mood for the rest of the day.

Granada street scene
Bike repair? – no problem
Granada views from the bell tower
Wandering the streets in Granada, Nicaragua
Back streets in Granada
The lounge moves out into the street – Granada

Our route across the southern lowlands was largely dictated by our desire to visit Ometepe Island – and low lake levels mean that the only ferry service operating at present is from Rivas on the southern shore.  A couple of days roaming the island on quiet tracks with nice swimming spots sounded appealing, so we rolled our bikes on to the ferry and set off.

Views of Volcano Concepcion as the ferry approaches Ometepe Island
Small island, two big volcanos, a huge lake – guess you have to swim for it ….
Fishermen – Lake Nicaragua
Chicken. Crossing road….why?
Not all those who wander are lost – but we often are 
Not much action at this tired little circus 
Happiness is fresh homemade bread!
Peak hour on the ride around the island

Returning from the island it was time to make a run for Costa Rica. Our expectations were probably unreasonably high, but within a couple of hours we’d found our way to the wonderful Finca Canas Castilla, cooled off in the river, been pelted with mangos by the monkey population, spotted a sloth and eyeballed the resident croc swimming upriver.  Then our Swiss hosts revealed their homemade bread and we decided that we weren’t going anywhere for a few days.  

Into Costa Rica – seeing more wildlife in the first hour than we saw in all of Nicaragua
Lots of rain = lots of frogs

Finally tearing ourselves away we took the northern road towards Upala, camping overnight in a compound that seemed to be shared between the police and the local water board.  The next morning we wandered into Upala to stock up at the local supermarket.  There was a moment of complete panic when Ed realised that he’d ridden away without his camelbak – containing passport, cards, cash, camera, tools etc.   Returning to the supermarket his pack was gone, the staff inside unaware of any problem.  As it turned out a woman that I’d greeted outside the store had seen the pack, realised who it belonged to and raced after us on her bike … just as Ed turned back.  Eventually Ed and pack were reunited, and our opinion of this lovely country and its people cranked up another notch.

Gotta love a good Pali supermarket – clearly visible from a vast distance

Afternoon downpours were starting to become more regular by this time, frequently dumping huge volumes of rain.  Sometimes we’ve been lucky and scored some shelter under a verandah or in a shed, garage or abandoned building.  Other times we just curl up in the tent and pray that the seams and bike tube patches (covering up holes from insect attacks) hold out under the deluge.  From Bijagua we followed a backcountry route to the south side of Lake Arenal, then launched ourselves up a series of brutal climbs to reach the cloud forests at Monteverde.  

Going up – heading to the cloud forest at Monteverde
Dwarfed by wind turbines as we wind our way up

Costa Rica is an incredibly popular tourist destination and at times the over-abundance of tourist ‘attractions’ is eco-annoying.  In some places you can’t go far without being bombarded by advertisements for ziplining, jungle hikes, canopy tours, quad-biking, white water rafting, volcano climbs, kayaking, coffee tours, and luxury spas.

Hard to miss the importance of tourism to the economy in Costa Rica

Fortunately our early morning visit to the Monteverde reserve was peaceful, our encounter with an armadillo being the highlight of our hike through this atmospheric (wet) reserve.

Monteverde Cloud Forest Reserve
An busy little armadillo completely unfazed by our attentions
More species of hummingbird than you can poke a stick at
And all kinds of weird and wonderful plants

Leaving Monteverde we retraced our route back down to Lake Arenal, delighted to actually get to see the classic cone-shaped volcano poking through the clouds.  Our lakeside rest stop turned into an impromptu campsite as a huge thunderstorm came in, dumping rain for hours on end.

Roadside resting – on our descent back to Lake Arenal, Costa Rica
What goes up …
Volcano Arenal peeks out from the clouds
Nice to wake up to after a monster storm overnight at Lake Arenal

Cleaning down the bikes after a muddy ride, Ed discovered a massive crack in my rear rim.  It was excellent timing as we were only 8km from La Fortuna and a bike shop – $10 later we had a replacement rim of dubious quality, swopped over to the front wheel so my remaining ‘good’ rim could take most of the load.

Favourite roadside snack – fresh pineapple mmmm
Splashes of colour along the roadside

After a 2-3 week break off the bikes we restarted from San Jose.  It was surprising just how quickly the heat and energy-sapping humidity caught up with us again – a day of being sodden with sweat, pushing uphills and bouncing down a rocky track in pouring rain and I was on the verge of tears.  Looking for a fast route south, but wanting to avoid the traffic-choked insanity of the Panamerican Highway we took the recommended coastal route.  

Remembering to think twice before jumping in the river for a swim these days
Clouds building for the afternoon deluge, Uvita beach, Costa Rica

By the time we reached the border we’d both had enough of being constantly soaked with either sweat or rain, we were worn out from the oppressive heat and fed up with burning our budget on crappy rooms due to our growing dependency on air-conditioning.  And with that we rolled on into Panama.  Here at least we knew that we could look forward to a big chunk of roadworks along the highway that had closed off two lanes to traffic – creating the world’s biggest bike lane for passing cyclists.

A soggy start to our ride in Panama
An outdoor kitchen providing easy foraging opportunities for this cute coatimundi in David, Panama
Grateful to find shelter in Roberto & Arturo’s huge garage during a torrential downpour
Happiness is a highway with two lanes closed to traffic (but open for bikes!)
Looks like boobs sell beer in this macho part of the world
Enjoying these local buses, despite their frequent attempts to wipe us off the road
On road entertainment …

With flights booked to cross the Darien Gap and on to Columbia we headed to Panama City, possibly the least cycling-friendly city we’ve ever visited.  We did ride out to Gamboa hoping to see something of the Panama Canal, but very little is actually visible or accessible from the road.  On the way back I spotted an animal on the edge of the road which I initially thought was roadkill.  As I got closer I realised that it was a juvenile two-toed sloth, moving at a suicidal pace into the flow of traffic. It’s rare to see one out of the safety of a tree and this little fellow wasn’t going to live long.  I managed to flag down the traffic, just as a local guy leapt out and grabbed the sloth, running across the road to place it safely in the bush.  Fun times.

A significant milestone on the road south …
Panama’s old town is rapidly being gentrified, in stark contrast to the adjoining slums
Panama hats – in name only, they are actually made only in Ecuador
The street art is less pretty & more pointed in the poorer part of town – Panama City, Panama
Contemplating the road ahead … Panama City, Panama

Having jumped the roadless Darien Gap that divides Panama and Columbia we are now more than ready for some Andean mountain therapy …

Until next time,

Rubber side down

Ed & Gaye

8 comments on “Nicaragua, Costa Rica, Panama – The Fatigue Factor

  1. Great post and some great photos. Hearing you re the humidity. We were glad to get out of Peten in the end – though more of that to come!

  2. Wonderful photos and story, as im becoming accustomed to! How is your tent coping with the downpours?

    1. Thanks Prita! Our tent is just coping but struggling after a year of UV & being put up & down constantly. And then there’s the mildew – hard to dry it properly in warm, wet Central America … it’s a 4 season tent, bulkier & heavier than our usual Salewa but intended to keep us snug further south in the high Andes & Patagonia … hope it holds out!

  3. Love love getting your updates. I could really feel your pain with the tears and the sweat and humidity. Can’t get used to that stuff.
    Gave fun in the true south now.
    Debbie and Al

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