We saddled up, and again the road was narrow and steep in places. About 12km down the road we spotted a sign for Montezuma beach. We turned down, to see what was at the end of this potholed dirt road. After about 7km we reached the tiny beach village of Montezuma. Hidden away amongst dense forests it is a true paradise and home to surfers and hippies alike. In fact it is so laidback that it has become known as Montefumar (fumar - Spanish for smoke). I think I´ll follow suit and hang in a hammock for a few days.