Leaving the Nicoya Peninsula was tough, but there was virtually no swell, so now was as good a time as any. The ferry was cheap and stress free, unless you cannot handle an extremely gassy challenged man spitting in the ticket lobby. We could.
The big white tank continued to make other cars feel shabby and inadequate, and happily rumbled to the front of the line.
There were some nice folks from NC state on the raft, who we saw again later at Jaco beach. And a goofy lookin bastard in a blue shirt in the boarding line
Also, a castaway made the voyage until discovered by a deckhand and forced below for the remainder
The ride lasted only an hour. We offloaded and headed down the coast
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