10/12/2011
10days in one place gave us itchy feet so we rented a quad. We set off towards Playa Hermosa to see what the waves were like, it felt good to be moving, wind in our hair, flying over the bumpy gravel tracks. We headed towards Hermosa and then up a steep hill where we got an incredible view of a a-frame breaking somewhere in the distance. Further down the track we were off-roading, realizing why there were no buses or cars that headed in this direction. Completely impassible unless you´re a 4x4. Its just dirt, dirt and more dirt, the beach to your left, forest and mangroves to your right. You could hear the waves and the sounds of the jungle while youre driving. I sware a Puma was chasing us. At Manzanillo we took the quad for a trip down the ebach and then headed inland.

For the next hour the one thing that struck me was how empty the ´roads´were. We took the gravel tracks round the windy roads and up and down mountains with no clue where we were heading. We kept going, passing thick valleys of forests and fields filled with huge white cows. We assumed we were heading back across the middle of the peninsular and because i don´t think i have ever met anyone with as little sense of direction as Jess and I we were wrong. We were content on our little path until we hit a river. We figured this had to be the end of the road for us and we would have to turn back.

No. There was another couple at the end of this dirt track facing the river, assessing how deep it was and how do-able it was to drive the quad across. They were like, lets do it. and that was that we were going for it too. They zoomed accross, the quad roaring through the river as it got deeper. Then it was my time to drive.The thought that we could just lose the quad and consequently the rest fo our holiday money had my pulse raised but in the end we just raced it through and had a adrenaline burst on the other side when we made it.

After that I ifgured that would be our only challenge on this trip but oh no wait, river number two approaching. There was no river test this time we just went for it as it was smaller than the last. but deeper, towards the other side of the river, the water was splashing up over the front fo the quad and i thought it was a goner but it impressed me and made it through river number two. The adrenaline rush continued

…until we reached river number three. Which was three times the size fo the first one we cross and with no indication of how deep it was. That was me done for the day, I wasn´t going to push it. We went back, stopping for a Pilsen in the most empty bar you´ll ever come across before Jess drove us back to Santa Teresa after a full filled day quad bike river crossing!