Bike-Packing to Drake Bay, Costa Rica

Back in 2011, Bob and I attempted taking the only road to Drake Bay. We had a late start because we were fascinated about the process of making thatched roofs. One of the camp’s huts were being worked on while we were there. It was a great opportunity to talk to the workers and ask questions.

Once we got to the road to Drake, the series of hills we tackled got steeper. At the point where Bob and I turned around, we had already encountered four hills; two of which I had to push my bike. It was one slow step after another to reach the top of that fourth hill. The heat and humidity hit me bad. The thought of having to turn around bummed me out, but my endurance was pushed beyond my limits that day.

After Bob got home from his trip this past March, he told me that the point we turned around at was only about a fourth or a third of the way to Drake Bay. We would have never made it there before dark.

Here is Bob’s description of the road as emailed from an Internet source after he got back out from Drake Bay.

It was all hill climbing like we left it for 4 more km. Nice hard packed road. I made all the climbs except the last 300 meters, because I thought it would go on for the next 1 k or so with the unseen bends. I was gassed making all of the climbs pouring out sweat like a roasted pig. If i knew there was really the end of the first 12 k of climbing right in front of me, I could have made that; but I said sheeeeet, this is time to stop before my heart blows or my legs blow out. Visualized that was twice as easy as what was next to come.; not including all the dump truck hauling gravel to drake airport. They are extending it bigger – dusty nasty gravely giant hills. No fun at all. Impossible to continue riding for anyone. Steep

Rode 125k to Drake. Got a bus ride out this morning at 4 a.m. It was wicked the last half ride in there. Worst roads ever. Truck traffic; dusty with rolling stones and tall climbs with slippery shoes; all after doing 115 k already.. Help Mr bus driver.

Did I tell you about my bus experience this morning?

While we were un-roping my bike on the roof 10 feet up on the bus to unload, a guy on the street yelled to the bus driver that the bus n rolling towards a car. He flies off the top to the ground and runs in to the door to stop the bus from hitting the parked car while I’m on top. No big deal – PURA TICO – hahahaha.

I was laughing – chuckling while I was on the roof. It was like nothing out of the ordinary for them. The bus rolled 5-10 feet with about 10 extra feet before a parked car was in front of it.

I remember thinking, WOW how fast he flew down off the roof to the ground. Didn’t hesitate a second when he realized the bus was rolling. He was off the roof fast. I was just trying to get braced on the rack – haha.

If only Bob had a camera.