The sail north through Costa Rica had been challenging. Variable winds, big tides, electrical storms and many reluctant hours running the engine. I can understand why few boats come here. Yet, we’d made it to The Nicoya Peninsula.
An overgrown thumb of land protects a deep gulf from Pacific groundswells. We let out 30m of chain, and set the anchor into a bottom of soft mud. Unobstructed views of rolling hills and Central American rainforest spread out around us.
The anchorage is far from ideal. Wind chop builds quickly in the 20nm gulf. A terminal for exporting sugar provides a constant
