Leaving the pit stop at 5.30 am, they boarded the first chicken bus and were soon squashed in with the other Ometepe commuters. Racing around the island, the bus deposited them at San José del Sur, where the team boarded the largest ferry, the Rey del Cocibolca for the crossing back to the mainland.
|Panorama of Ometepe Island
The ferry ride was again slow, but much more comfortable than the ride to over to Ometepe. On the boat, the team received a delicious hot local Nicaraguan breakfast of gallo pinto, eggs, avocado, tortillas and coffee. Ang was very impressed with the restaurant service on the boat and said “I wish you could get this on ferries back home. You’d be lucky to get a quality meat pie”.
Soon the ferry arrived in San Jorge, where they joined some volunteers to share a taxi to back to Rivas. Ignoring other taxi drivers persuit for the teams business, they jumped onto a waiting chicken bus and sped to the frontier. The drive to the border was interesting for Simon and Ang as the road hugs the lake, making for some spectacular views of Ometepe Island. After the 45 minute ride, the team arrived at what Ang called “a hell of a messy border”.
They paid their $1 to the local municipality to enter the border area then completed customs formalities and paid their $2 to exit Nicaragua. Racing out of the departures kiosk, they were briefly confused as to which direction to head in as the large numbers of parked trucks all over the place like a dogs breakfast made seeing which way to walk difficult. A helpful map was quickly located and the team set off through the muddy truck lot, along with two Americans who were also making the crossing.
Showing their passports a few more times to Nicaragua authorities, they walked down what looked like, minus the parked trucks, a normal road for this part of the world. Eventually they arrived at a construction site and noticed a large queue. There was no signage, but it was obviously Costa Rian immigration.
Passports were soon stamped and the team headed once again into a muddy carpark. They eventually located the most local looking bus and were soon on their way to Liberia.
After almost two hours of driving, including a stop for Costa Rican authorities to check passports, the team arrived at the Liberia bus station. Tickets were purchased for the next leg and the team joined the queue of people waiting. Unfortunately the front part of the queue completely filled the first bus so the team had to wait another 20 minutes for the second.
The advantage of this was the team was able to get a seat and were soon on their way 90 km further south. Simon said halfway through this 2 hour bus ride that he thought that he ‘would never say that he missed chicken buses’ as while the bus was relatively modern, the seats were hard plastic benches. The other advantage to taking the second bus was that it stopped fewer times, which meant towards the end of the journey they caught up with the first bus. After a painful 2 hours the bus arrived in Nicoya.
Getting some directions from the driver before getting off, the team walked over to the next bus station and waited for their final bus to Playa Sámara. Some supplies were purchased and the team were soon on the final bus of the day. This bus was the most ultra modern that they had taken yet on the Amazing Exclusive Race and was even air-conditioned. Both Ang and Simon were amazed.
The drive to Playa Sámara was incredibly beautiful, particularly the stretch through Valle Verde, and was very comfortable for the team. They pulled into Sámara after an epic 12 hours of travel and there the team found their accommodation, the pit stop for this leg of the race.
During the day long rest period the team took advantage of the spectacular surrounds to explore the beaches and headlands. Refreshed, they had an early night ready for the next day’s travel.
|Man on a horse, Playa Sámara
|Two horses and a beach
|Ang climbing around the headland
|Panorama of Playa Sámara
|Towards the setting sun
|HDR image taken near Playa Sámara
|Life is indeed awesome
|Horses on Playa Sámara