Day 43 - Dominicalito Bay

Waking up with no responsibilities to travel was awesome. A very slow start to the day and I was chilling out on the front porch having my morning coffee when a chap popped his head over the fence and asked if we were the guys that were travelling from Lake Tahoe. A bit random, but I mentioned that Jorik lived in South Lake Tahoe and yes, we were travelling on the bikes and had come all the way through Mexico and Central America to find ourselves in Dominicalito Bay. It turns out, Tony presents an online travel show about what people are doing in Central America. He had spent 4 years in Nicaragua and is now in Costa Rica interviewing people who were doing cool things in Costa Rica. He asked if he could do an interview with us, which of course we jumped at. I changed out of my pyjamas, and we ended up doing a very cool 15-minute chat with him and his girlfriend for their channel (www.radpadradpad.com). As we haven’t really managed to crack the internet with our channel and updates, maybe getting some exposure from Tony’s followers might help. We will have to see. We had met some American people at the beach the day before who were attracted by the bikes on the beach. They had advised us that there was a really cool brewery in Dominical, the next village along, and that we should check it out. As such, our plan for the day was to hit the beach to improve our surfing skills, or lack thereof, and then we were going to head into Dominical to check out the brewery, do some admin on the laptops, and maybe grab some lunch. We had plenty of leftover cottage pie for our dinner, but we fancied a pizza for lunch and the folks from the beach had also advised of a great pizza spot in Dominical. We hadn’t checked out Dominical yet, so it was a good plan for us. we did eventually find the brewery once we had already parked up and pretty much walked the town, and then got settled in for a couple of hours chill. We didn’t bother to ask how much the beers were and being an independent brewery, they had the ales and beers that they were currently offering on a chalk board, but with no prices. We should have been savvy to this, but we went ahead and ordered 2 beers, which were really only about half-pints. It was tasty, but I am still a simple guy who likes a simple larger and would have been happy with a local beer, Imperial! Still, when we were finished our first beers, we had a second. The check was US$35 for basically 2 pints of beer. Bloody daylight robbery and we were not happy about it, but hey ho, it had been a chilled afternoon. We then headed back into the town to find the pizza place, which from our efforts, appeared to be closed. There was an Indian place, but it just seemed wrong to have Indian food in Costa Rica, so we skipped the pizza, headed back to the house, and made it before the afternoon rain started up again. It was another chilled-out evening watching the thunderstorms and getting ready for the next day’s travel, which would see us cross our final border into Panama.