Our first full day on the coast, we walked most of the 4-5 km to town along the beach, stopping occasionally to splash in the water, but mainly just walking. As we got closer to town, the beach got a little more crowded, but everyone still had room to not only lay out a beach towel but also—if they’d had the resources—to build a large suburban home with a fenced backyard. We ate lunch at a “soda” in town, a casual, locally-owned place serving traditional Caribbean food, flavored with coconut. We rented bicycles and rode them back to our hotel. We took a nap, then went to dinner at an open-air French restaurant. The chef professed hurt feelings to the American honeymooners who had asked for box to take home their leftovers. After dinner, we took another walk on the beach and then got a taxi to Puerto Viejo for a night out. They tried. A nice Caribbean couple explained that it was Ladies Night at the disco and that they were already allowing Ladies to enter the disco and enjoy free cocktails until midnight when the men would also be allowed to enter. Few ladies partook. Brian was not the only lonely man on the dancefloor.
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