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Travel Blogs from Mal Pais
... we found ourselves in the middle of a lively discussion between angry Howler monkeys. In the darkness, we could not see the animals, but could discern a dozen different locations from which the howls emitted. Those discussions became more intense every minute, to the point of becoming a little unnerving. The sound resembles a hollow, deep voice scream (or a bad belch gone horribly wrong). Chica (the name I gave our little dog) lead us back to the property. By 10, the lights were ...
This was a day of surprises. FUN surprises and, well, I just have to tell you all about it. We dropped anchor first at Curu but Barry and I decided to lounge about on our ship instead of going to town. We worked up an appetite for the big beach barbecue on Tortuga Island. Barry was like, "What? We do barbeque in Memphis better than they can!" Well, it was quite a barbecue and Barry was flat wrong. In fact if there is a gourmet barbecue this was it. ...
... flew among the huge trees until he alighted very close to us ! Then he flew a short distance and perched on electrical wires right above us and began to preen.
It was if he knew we were his long time admirers, and came to receive our admiring gaze and allow himself to be photographed once again!
He stayed there and we with him, until the San Jose Directo Bus noisily made its way down the steep hill from Cobano into Montezuma.
... central american travel:
Most people probably know this as a general rule of thumb anyway, but this specific example makes it crystal clear.
Try and buy western food and you'll pay through the nose, and it'll taste rubbish.
Buy local, and it'll be amazing.
Case in point: I have a pizza addiction. I haven't yet tried one out here, but the prices are huge, and I know it will be ...
... and Paul wasn't keen to repeat it. But here we find ourselves in a land that where it seems everybody either surfs or does yoga, so I persuaded him to give surfing one more try. As usual, Jenny set us up with a surf instructor and childcare. How are we going to survive without Jenny?
We drove the bumpy road from Cabuyo to Mal Pais dodging iguanas and ATVs. Mal Pais is a town that is 100% devoted to surfing. Everybody ...