So pleasant was Arboletes, we stayed an additional day. This section of the coast
was way off the beaten track and, consequently, devoid of foreign tourists. My early
morning stroll along the beach made me the sole one there.
Arboletes – Mellito - 61 km
The paved road gradually vanished and turned into a dusty, potholed road. As the
day wore on, our path deteriorated further, becoming a muddy, stony, bumpy track.
We moved along at a snail’s pace, creeping up steep hills through tiny communities
where people stared slack-jawed. Busses and trucks moved no faster than us to
avoid the worst of the potholes.
It was still early when Ernest and I crawled into the small settlement of Mellito but,
by then, I had enough of the bad roads and called it quits. I would tackle the
remainder of the way the next day as I wasn’t in a race around the world.