Nada

We head out to check out the surfer beaches on the west side of the peninsula at Mal Pais and Santa Teresa. Dan turns the key and something familiar to all Canadians happens. Nada.

We manage to scrounge some tools from a service closet at the house and clean the positive post on the battery. Enlisting a few fellow travelers we try a push start, but roll to a dead stop by the side of the road. Nada.

Taco the gardener wrangles some cables and stops our security guy who happens to be driving by. The security guy lets off his family in the shade and pulls in beside us. The little one starts crying. Oh jeez. After several tries... Nada.

We aren't going anywhere today. We give Taco and the security guy some cash and thank them for their trouble. Dan calls the rental agency and after some discussion, they agree to send a service guy. Dan heads for Playa Grande, and I retire to Casa Sol. Around 4PM, a guy shows up in a nice uniform with a shiny new battery. As a test, after pulling the old battery, he shorts a wrench across its posts. Nada.

I drive the car back to our spot at Amor de Mar. Another fine day doing... Nada.