If travel is about stepping outside of your comfort zone, then on day one of our coast to coast mountain bike ride in Costa Rica, we scored an A+.
We set out for an adventure and got it in spades. Riding through soft sand on the Caribbean coast, along railway tracks, across rivers, over a scarily open railway bridge, and part way along the main cross-country highway added up to a challenging and exhilarating adventure.
Green and lush: Costa Rica is fertile and eco-friendly
Costa Rica is a hilly country, flat on the coast and extremely mountainous in between, a small nation in Central America, bordered by Panama to the south and Nicaragua to the north. It’s famous for its surf and for being green, a world-leader in the use of renewable energy.
Being small means it’s possible to cycle from coast to coast on a short adventure holiday, from the super laidback Caribbean to the buzzing, surf mecca of the Pacific, passing through the lush, fertile interior, the banana, sugar cane, pineapple and coffee growing plantations.
And that’s how we planned our holiday – cycling up front, doing the hard yards first, then catching some waves at its famous surf breaks to round off our trip.
Our bike ride begins on the Caribbean coast
Our bike ride started in the port city of Limon, on the Caribbean coast, waves whipping up as we cruised along the beach front under the shade of the palm trees. We cycled on the sand on a very ill-defined track, the sand a bit too soft in places to push our wheels through. My groans of frustration were audible, gritting my teeth as I tried in vain to keep some forward momentum.
Soft sand was the least of our challenges.
When our guide Mau told us that we’d need to ride on railway tracks for about four kilometres, it didn’t register that we’d actually be riding on the sleepers, not along the side of the track. It was a major jolt to the system, and I admit to feeling a bit scared, especially when Mau casually added that the tracks are still in use by the odd, slow train.
Riding along railway tracks
My anxiety level ratcheted up several notches when, as we made our way towards the track, a train came flying by, travelling at a speedy 60km/hour. Even Mau was surprised at how fast the train shot past.
Riding in a straight line in a narrow, confined space is not my forte, so it was a very stop-start venture, both frustrating and exhilarating, as we bumped and bounced along the tracks between the sleepers and rocks. Howler monkeys screeching from the trees terrified me, as I immediately thought it was the sound of a train approaching.
The most terrifying part however was the Stand By Me moment (remember the 1986 film starring River Phoenix? ) where we had to cross a bridge, the river below clearly visible between the big, timber sleepers.
I’m afraid of heights and there was no barrier to hang onto, nowhere to hide if a train suddenly appeared. So, it was with great trepidation and a pounding heart that I carefully and very slowly wheeled my bike across the track with the help of our guide. No looking down, just focussing on putting one step in front of the other. I almost cried with relief when we safely reached the other side.
Next up was another first for the both of us – a river crossing. I nailed crossing number one, but somehow lost my balance as I attempted the second and slammed into the rocks, my bike falling on top of me. Ouch.
The rest of the day we rode along dusty backroads and by day’s end, as we arrived at camp, all sweaty and muddy with a few cuts and bruises, I was totally exhausted but impressed with what we’d accomplished.
Hot weather and diverse terrain
There were just the two of us on this adventure, JJ and I, plus our cycling guide, Mau, and our support car driver, Darwin. For the most part Darwin was able to drive behind us, or cruise ahead and select a shady rest spot where we could top up our water.
The riding distances each day were not onerous, however the terrain was challenging and the humid weather energy-sapping. On day two, we rode about 48 kilometres to a stunning hilltop hotel overlooking Turrialba volcano. It doesn’t sound far but 40 of those kilometres were uphill, along winding, narrow roads, sometimes with big trucks and buses whizzing past, with little room for error. Our longest day topped 60 kilometres.
The adrenaline kicked in constantly: we crossed a swing bridge (not great if you don’t love heights), had to get off and walk up and over the top of what felt like the world’s steepest hill, and on the one occasion where we battled rain and wild winds, we were rewarded with the most stunning rainbow as we descended into a very picturesque valley.
Crossing the Continental Divide
Our journey took us through rural areas of Costa Rica, cycling through small communities, largely populated by farmers, and across the continental divide at an altitude of 2,300 metres. For the most part it was very hot and humid (winter is the dry season) until we reached our highest spot, where the temperature plummeted and the cloud and mist moved in, reducing visibility to dangerous levels.
As we rode through towns such as Siquirres, Orisi, Santa Maria de Dota we encountered very few other travellers – only two other biking groups in Orisi – but we cycled past plenty of local riders. With its hilly terrain, mountain biking is a popular sport in Costa Rica. Our guides both shared tales of cycling trips they’d done from Costa Rica to Mexico, through Guatemala, Nicaragua, El Salvador, riding up to 200 kilometres a day.
Discovering rural Costa Rica
The other big sport in Costa Rica is soccer and in each village we rode through the same spectacle unfolded – a soccer field in the heart of town with kids kicking a ball around, not far from the main local church. In one village we had time to visit the oldest church in the country and stumbled upon a local wedding.
Our guides provided great insight into Costa Rican history and culture. Their English was excellent, our Spanish non-existent, and they made it their job to teach us a few key Spanish phrases.
Our accommodation varied from sophisticated campsite to functional local hotels (no big hotel chains in the countryside) and we either had trackside picnic lunches or ate at local restaurants along the way.
Our most adventurous mountain bike trip ever
It’s the most adventurous cycling trip we’ve ever been on and we loved the diversity of the terrain. On our final day as we wound our way down a rocky mountain track, we could see our destination in the distance, the Pacific coast tantalisingly close. With sweat streaming down our faces, bright red from the exertion, we dreamed of dunking ourselves in the ocean.
As a last hurrah, as we made our final river crossing amid the stultifying heat, our guide threw himself into the water, helmet and all.
Our trip ended in the beautiful seaside town of Manuel Antonio, the perfect place to wind down, and plonk ourselves on the beach for a well-deserved pina colada happy hour.
We travelled with Coast to Coast Adventures in Costa Rica. While we didn’t book directly through them (unfortunately we used an intermediary travel agent) we found them to be extremely professional and well organised. Our guide and support crew were very personable, helpful and easy going and we would highly recommend travelling with Coast to Coast Adventures.