Where's all the Rasta Love?
Trip Start Jan 23, 2007
120Trip End Dec 24, 2007
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And so it was with a heavy heart (Sam) that we boarded the local bus to Limon, where our bus to the southern Caribbean coast awaited us. Most of the people on the bus we made eye contact with starred back at us with a 'look at these cheap gringos trying to save a couple of pennies by taking the bus' look. Sam starred right back with a 'Haha, we saved $5.50, so in your face!'
We had 45 minutes to wait for our bus, so we gulped down some painfully hot chinese food before we managed to get seats on the bus right next to our bags - score
The next day we mucked around a fair bit, but finally managed to drag ourselves out for a walk along the black sand beach - Cahuita is very unusual for the fact that it has a black and a white sand beach separated by a single headland - geologists, answers please!
Our guidebook made out like this quiet seaside town was a hotbed of Gringas shacking up with the local Rasta population. Clearly this was a gross exaggeration of the situation, but we joked between ourselves everytime we saw a single white female walking around the town! Maybe it wasn't the single white females that were the worry - Sam caught Francie salivating over a few dark rippled bodies strutting their washboard abs around the place!
Our final day here was the highlight. We went for a walk in the nearby national park (yet another) and saw all sorts of wildlife. Not only did we see our usual number of monkeys, we also saw a great number of those creepy land crabs, huge blue butterflies and even a raccoon! The raccoon was completely unperturbed by our proximity, and continued munching on his food before dawdling off into the bush.
We were on such a roll with our wildlife spotting, 3 Germans joined us and even thanked us at the end for our 'tour'!
That night after we had eaten a rather disappointing dinner, our walk home was made a bit more scary by the presence of an enormous crab! The first we saw of him was an enormous silhouette of his nippers in a drain, looking like the animal equivalent of Norman Bates. However the horror of the situation was that the silhourette wasn't an amplification of his features what-so-ever - he was a whopper!
Suitably startled, we asked a local guy whether that was as big as they got - he just shrugged his shoulders and said he had seen bigger. Gulp!!
Our scuttling home to bed was never quicker!!