Manuel Antonio, Monday 26th October

I had a free day and had not booked any activities. Most of the group had booked a catamaran tour and snorkelling for the morning so I just lazed around the pool and took a few photos of the hotel. We had a great hotel with a grand entrance.

 Betsy parked up at the entrance with the main hotel in the background.

 The main building.

 Although we had rooms in the cheaper back packers section with its own pool.

 Hotel reception.

 A view of the back packers two storey section over looking the pool.

After lunch at the hostel I went for a walk to the beach and up the hill to an interesting looking restaurant that we had passed the day before on the road to the hotel. The surf on the beach which was actually a few hundred metres away from the hotel itself despite it being called the El Faro Beach Hotel.

The restaurant with its distinctive feature of a plane, a Fairchild C123 for the plane spotters whose sister plane was on charter to the CIA when it was shot down over Nicaragua.

 The bar inside the aircraft.

 The cockpit.

 And it was all too tempting not to take some photos of people being silly.

 Pretending to be a pilot trying to see where to fly.

 A window cleaner.

And next door to the plane bar was the train bar with a train carriage as its feature (owned by the same person as the plane bar).

 Pizza oven with glass bottle surround.

 Inside the train bar.

 And the train itself.