Montezuma – Puerto Coyote - 40 kilometres ^27
In the morning, I gasped up the sharp hill to the “main road”. So extreme was it
that I had to walk the bike. Unfortunately, our joy getting to a paved section was
short-lived as the path soon turned into a dirt road which later deteriorated into a
muddy track.
Mercifully, the rivers we encountered weren’t deep and we could walk the bikes
across. Thank goodness, my panniers were waterproof. The path became steep,
muddy and rutted to such an extent that we had to help each other push the bikes
up the near-vertical hills, as so slippery was the mud that we kept sliding down.
LOL. We never saw a soul, and the single person we encountered was a chap asking
for directions.
After what felt like hours, an idyllic beach emerged, and was made even more
idyllic after a hard day’s riding along a muddy track. The tents were set up at the
beach amongst palm trees, where one could wash the day’s mud away and watch
the sunset over the ocean.