We had a nice ferry ride to Puntarenas.

It was interesting to see the Nicoyan peninsula fade into the horizon.

I think, on my, we were there and we rode our bikes there, over those hills!

Waiting for the ferry.

Reflections

Waiting to get off the ferry.

Puntarenas is a depressed old pet town. There are huge container ships waiting in the harbour. And just as our ferry was docking another ferry arrived so there were 2 ferries unloading cars. It was chaos.

We waited for a bit then got into the stream of traffic and headed directly to our hotel.

Puntarenas is not a very pretty town. There was evidence of prior prosperity which looks like it has fallen by the wayside.

Across from our hotel.

My shade while Bob gets the hotel room keys. I stay outside and watch our bikes and Bob talks with the hotel staff. He asks, where can we store our bikes, when will the room be read. People are astounded that we are on bicycles, biciclétas.

After we get settled in we take a walk to see what’s what down town and see this handsome kitty.