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... We caught a boat over the small but deep river from Tamarindo beach to Playa Grande. After an hour or so we saw a lady in the sand banks digging. So Anna being nosey went for a look. The lady was one of the biologists that work for the national park turtle foundation. She was digging out a turtle nest that had hatched a few days earlier. They do this to count the eggs, measure the nest & see if any eggs didn't hatch/ survive. The smell ...
... caused my bankcard to stick to the box. It was super lucky, as while waiting for the bus driver I spotted an ATM and thought I would stock up on dollars before the boarder and realised the card was gone. It was only moments before the bust departed, and I had already accepted the card was gone that I thought of the box, checked the bin and found the card... phew! The force was with me and I was smiling for the rest of the day. The second half of the bus ...
... back, branches scratching on the roof, missing the broken tree trunks, through the muddle puddles and then out onto the main road….. We stopped, looked back, and then burst into laughter and praised Big Jim for his efforts…. damn that was fun! Thank god we didn’t need to wash this car before giving it back…. ha ha ha ha
A while later we were in Montezuma and we checked into our small hostel, and wandered into town. We assumed that this would be a ...
... 4 in the
afternoon. I had not even opened my bedroom door before Norma appeared with a
cup of coffee, as if she read my mind, the early morning and long ride were
setting in. I was exhausted. But my mind, was, still is, racing with ideas. I
have been typing for hours and can’t seem to find the end of my ideas, they
just keep building or new ones emerge…I can sleep later, now I need to ride this wave of inspiration. ...
... his wife on our way out; she was mountain biking back from town.
arrived at Simpre Verde Ernesto showed me to my room, it was a small room in
the central cabin. He said there had been a group from San Jose out over the
weekend and that all the other cabins where dirty. I didn’t mind, the main
cabin was where the kitchen was and there was a living room…really I was just
going to have my own house for a few ...