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... the smallest debris on a large pan. Or tuna tin. He walked down river with us for 15minutes before inviting us up into his house just up the bank. It is little more than a shack. Fresh water is brought in by pipe, there is a small fire pit and everything is just sort of fudged together. A few beams here and there, with tarpauling pulled over outlines the main structure. There is a place to hang clothes and boots (everyone rolls with wellies here), and a bit of foam for ...
... us up to the beach to drink some coconut water and eat some coconut. It was delicious. While we were there the sun set and the sky started looking pretty. We got back into our kayaks and paddled back toward the estuary. When we were at the mouth we pulled our kayaks out of the water onto the beach. By now it was pretty dark and we had to use a light to don our snorkeling gear. We went out into the Gulf and looked into the water. Wherever you ...
... and as Laura carefully made her way past tree roots, etc. she managed to find two macaw feathers!
It was a very good day to be out enjoying nature!
Well, every day cannot be an awesome birding day but it was great fun. When we got there, few birds were to be seen but the vultures. But do not worry, the vultures are quite interesting looking. There heads look like the old pictures of knights in ...
Up the next morning at the National Park Backpackers in Manuel Antonio were and ready to go a little early.
Alex / Shuttle Sierpe 15 minutes late of the agreed time and had not arrived... We were beginning to get a little worried because he lets us off to catch a bus in Palmar Norte and we did not want to miss it! But then he showed up. This year he had a very new luxury van, very comfortable. We stopped at two hostels in MA and Quepos and in ...
... the most refreshing
experience of each day. The moment I slide the head of the sleeping bag below
my face and breathe in the cool, crisp, clean mountain air, Sihhhhhh –
ahhhhhhhhh, I rejoice. Stepping out of the breezy cabrina with a liter of water
and a rolled up mat, I head to an open, muddy, terrace 20 yards away. The sun
patiently rises to the right and though I won’t see its radiant glory for at
least another hour, ...