We rented bicycles for $5/bike today. I know I’ve mentioned how I can’t ride a bike right? Well, I can now. Poorly. It’s not entirely my fault that I didn’t become a biking extraordinaire in a day though. The roads here are more hole and stone than actual cement, and you have to share what road there is with giant cars whizzing by at dangerous speeds. All together, not the most auspicious environment for a novice rider.
Our cruisers were also incredibly heavy. I should know. I had to carry and wheel mine every time I crashed into a fence or fell over. I’m not going to let 15 years go by before my next bike ride though. And I did eventually get the hang of it. If I had a wide and smooth road with nothing around, I’m golden.Michael initially wanted to bike up to Playa Blanca which is about 15 miles roundtrip, but after seeing my sad bumbling biking ways, he scrapped that and we stayed in Puerto Viejo today. Granted, he admitted that biking on a cruiser over potholes would not be the most comfortable ride anyway.
Instead, we spent a long hour and a half waiting for food at Jammin’, a Caribbean jerk chicken restaurant he insisted we try. Definitely on island time. The only guy working there warned us that all the chicken breast and thigh was gone and that he could give Michael two wings in place of the usual. Michael said ok, Cheto decided to go with the chicken wrap. Smart Cheto. Michael was really disappointed with the puny portion size he ended up with.
My fish smothered in a ginger cilantro coconut pesto paste was glorious though. Fish here is clearly done right.