Kelly Creek Hotel Cahuita

... small banana crops. <br>On the coastal plain after Siqurres we start to see large banana plantations, Del Monte and Chiquitos and huge sites stacked with container, presumably for the banana harvest.<br>At Puerto Limon a small container port with just two crane, we see the Caribbean. I think they will be really busy if they are going to clear all the containers we saw.<br>Then we come across a ...

... rescue, as well as the owner's private residence. It is a large property, set on a calm river canal and the grounds are gorgeous and overgrown.<br><br>I found the office, paid the $15 donation and was directed to watch an informative video. Then one of the family members guided me through the property and was a wealth of info.<br><br>What an amazing thing this American family is doing....besides rescue, they educate both locals ...

... into the late afternoon. Upon returning from our "hike" we tried to figure our what we wanted to eat. We drove into town and ended up a a nice open air (all are) restaurant. We sat on the 2nd floor, overlooking the busy street in Puerto Viejo. I had a chicken dish, Ed had Red Snapper, both were prepared fresh and were very good. We shared a shrimp appetizer, it was so delicious, I could have eaten another plate or two. I took photos ...

... I then proceeded, against my better judgment, to Parque Nacional Manuel Antonio hoping to see some wildlife and chill out a little down there (still on the Pacific coast). It was horrendous. I arrived late in the nearby town of Quepos, thanks to the useless bus service, and ended up staying in an absolute DIVE for the first night. Fortunately I met a couple of other girls to share the experience with. The next morning I found a "better" hostel and headed off for the park ...

... came to pick me up was about 20, and he drove an old Toyota from the late 80s or early 90s. We drove down the steep roads down to Alajuela at breakneck speeds, me clutching the dash and him calmly singing along to the radio. When we got to the pickup place, I was surprised to see the Interbus van still there. Yay! My driver helped me load my luggage and off we went. It was rush hour in Alajuela/San Jose and we were bumper to bumper ...

... little guy/girl (50 grams and a shell about 11cm long, and then we released it into the ocean! Really cool to actually see the start of what could be a very long life, and it was a great reward for a sleepless night. The following day, we dug up the rest of the leatherback nest (another 41 turtles) and also a hawksbill nest (119 turtles) and released them all. It was really an awesome sight seeing so many tiny turtles making their way into the ocean. Even with such large ...

... netting....though I must say, after the night, I wasn´t as enthousiastic as I was to the idea of sleeping in a hammock. The three of us joined up with Patricia´s friends and company at Punta Cahuita (about 4 km walk from the Cahuita entrance).... I ended up hanging out with a big group of spanish....there were like 9 of us...8 spanish and me... listening to them speak is nothing like listen to the latin americans speak.....it was bullet train fast...but it was ...

... the beds have mosquito netting for the bed. And, starting at around 5:15 a.m., the cacophony begins. Bugs, geckos, birds, squirrels, sloth (or sloths? if they even make any sound), iquanas, red eyed frogs, and snakes (with their noisy slithering) all start up their morning serenade. But the bizarre, almost indescribable sound is that made by the male howler monkeys. They, duh, howl. But it sounds like a cross ...

... at least one time we asked two guys at once, and one pointed one way, and the other pointed the complete opposite direction), and dodging all of the people offering us marijuana (it is a very Rastafarian town--there is even a cafe called the "Magic Buzz" which had a sign for "whole weed bread"--we had a long discussion about whether or not that was a typo...), we made it to Jhonny's. Luckily, there was a live reggae band, and we were early ...

Nu har jag varit här mer än en vecka. För er som inte vet så är jag i Costa Rica och bor mitt i djungeln utanför en by som heter Puerto Viejo. Jag jobbar på ett yoga ställe dit det kommer en massa turister (mestadels från USA och Canada). Det tar ungefär 20 min att åka nedför berget och in till stan och stranden. Stället ligger på den karibiska sidan så det är väldigt varmt och fint. Börjar smälta in i djungel ...