Tiggrr was still a little sleepy this morning and decided to go for a little dirt nap. I would like to blame that I hadn't had any coffee but that was not the case. The woman camped next to me offered to share some coffee with me and we had an interesting chat. She is from Holland and is just finishing up a three week tour of Costa Rica. She rented a small four wheel drive jeep (not a jeep exactly, it was a make that I was unfamiliar with) with a rooftop fold-out tent. She said that this was her first solo adventure and it was a trial run for a three-month trip that she was wanting to do in South America. She said that she was struggling with feeling isolated and lonely but was loving the camping and exploring. She asked me "What is wrong with the US? Why has it gotten so crazy?" I laughed and said that I could not possibly speak for the US. It seems crazy to me too! I did say that I thought Americans would benefit from more travel. If only to see that the world is not so scary and that other places and other people were cool too. Everyone is not trying to come to the US. Most of them like where they are living just fine. Anyway, I digress. After we wished each other a safe journey she rolled away and I finished packing up. I was hoping to hear back from a couple tour companies about going into the national park but so far nothing. There wasn't anything open as it is Sunday morning so I decided to head out. I'm not sure what happened as I was turning around but I leaned the bike a little too far going a little too slow. Tiggrr gets extremely heavy beyond a certain angle and I had to set it down (gently) on its side. I thought "Really?! Nap time already?!" I stripped off my jacket and helmet. I gave one good attempt to lift the bike but, fully loaded, I knew that wasn't going to happen. I didn't want to unload so I walked out to the main road and flagged down a young man on a motorbike. He rode in next to the sleeping Tiggrr and said "Esta moto es muy grande". "Si! Puedes me ayuda" (Yes! Can you help me?). With two of us it was very easy to lift and I was on my way. I stopped for breakfast at a small cantina along the gulf and used their wifi to check my email. I did hear back from a couple tour companies but they both said they could not take me until Tuesday. It was also a little more expensive than I was willing to spend. Next time. I decided to head back up into the mountains. I read about a lessor used border crossing about 90 miles to the North. I thought, I'll spend the night near there and cross into Panama in the morning. The last 30 miles of the day was so fun as the road climbed 5000 feet over the first 8 miles. The narrow ribbon of a road traversed some heart-stopping edges but eventually crested onto a high plateau. I needed a proper shower so I found a basic hotel in the town of Sabalito. There is some sort of community celebration going on here. The streets are full of people and the music is pounding. From my experience these things generally continue into the wee hours so I'm probably going to have to breakout some ear plugs at some point. The shower was really nice!