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Hola todos. Day 2 on the island rolls round and I am quickly out and up on the bike. I decide today I will tackle the road to the waterfall, of which a lot of it follows the same route I did the other day so out I go.

Getting about halfway there I get hungry and it’s also about to chuck it down so I stop off in this little comedor (café) and sit down and have a coffee and a sandwich. There was a guy pushbiking who I passed who had the same idea. Me and him start chatting and turns out he’s a kiwi fella who’s been about a bit and we’re talking for a while. His name was Jason and we exchanged details and seen if he wanted to meet up for a drink later. Unfortunately we never do as he rode a long way and is staying in a hostel out of town and I didn’t have my shit together for the next leg. So no new best friend unfortunately!

Anyways rain stops but still wet but I ride on only to stop 2 minutes later and wait it out as it’s a Welsh tap style shower! Once it stops for good I make for the waterfall place. Ultimately I never get there get about a third of the way and decide to bail. It’s a lot of rough ground going up and downhill and was rather muddy after the rain. Still hasn’t been a bad day. If I stay a 3rd day I will attempt it again. Still taking the opportunity to cut my teeth I head back to port but instead of going straight back I go north of port and cut around on similar roads to the waterfall route but this is all on level ground, and am later told that this is harder than the waterfall route talking to some guys. 

Getting home I give the bike back to Maxim @greenexpedition saying I don’t know what I’m doing tomorrow and I will drop by tomorrow to hire it again if I’m staying on the Island. I look at options for tomorrow to get from Rivas to San Jose, Costa Rica 🇨🇷. The coach bus is fully booked up on Thursday, that said back in Granada the Metal man told me the chicken bus route to the border and San Jose once through but the Costa Rica border with Nicaragua is known for being a faf. If I’m kept waiting too long I will miss the last bus and be stuck in the middle of nowhere. Meanwhile the coach was available for Friday. I decide another day on the bike is better than battling with the chicken buses and extend my stay by another night and text maxim to say I’ll be down to rehire the bike in the morning.

We will try the waterfall route again tomorrow.