Crumbs from your table
Trip Start Dec 15, 2009
92Trip End Aug 27, 2010
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After settling into our new surroundings at Ocotal beach, we made the 4km trek to Playa del Coco (the local town) to get a feel for the place (went by taxi - not acclimatized to the humidity yet). Had dinner at a quaint little Caribbean place and in true laid-back style the food, although tasty, took an age to come ... in retrospect, the perceived delay was as much a sign of our need to chill out and the fact that we turned up super early for this part of the World (North American + kids = 5pm dinner). Later that evening while chillaxing on our balcony, Lauren spotted a pretty "crested" bird with a bad hair day (or maybe it spotted her), and decided that "Crester" might like a little bit of coconut cookie - he seemed to appreciate the gesture
The next day was also fairly easy going. We went to town again, primarily for Derek to get online for a little work time. Sarah & the kids did a little shopping and beach exploring, discovering a horde of little hermit crabs doing battle with the incoming tide, re-burying themselves every time a wave washed over. Upon our return to Ocotal, and after a little time spent on our beach, we again retired to the deck just in time for Lauren's daily date with Crester. This time however, Crester was prepared; Once the coconut cookie crumbs appeared so did Crester, followed shortly thereafter by Crester's friends, family and anyone else on his birdy-mail list. In spite of this "weight of numbers" strategy employed by the magpie-jays, Crester's gang's plan backfired. Rather than soliciting a coconut cookie feasting frenzy, they managed to generate a bizarre Hitchcockian scene with scrambling humans diving for the doors before the macabre music kicked in and the pecking truly began.
The next day didn't have a lot to report other than a pleasant meal including the best snapper Derek had ever had (whole fish, grilled to perfection for $7) and Lauren's near miss with a flying scooter/moped. After dinner, we were strolling in town spying on the locals in the "Lizard Lounge" dance bar, but not partaking
Yesterday was spent entirely at Ocotal, and involved our first snorkeling adventure. Mid afternoon we decided to head down to give it a try since the tide was coming in and the rock formations off the beach were ideal for fish. That's when the mystery revealed itself. Could we find Lauren's snorkeling mask? We could not. We looked high, low, and everywhere in between. After some time, the consensus was that they were last seen on the table on the balcony the day before. But no-one had been into the apartment and we were on the third floor so how could they have vanished? At this point, I know what you're thinking ... must've been Crester and his gang. So were we - They were the perfect suspects, with familiarity, and a history of thievery and corruption, even if it was in the food arena. While shaking our fists over the balcony at the oh so conveniently absent Crester and friends, Alex spotted a couple of new visitors to the area. Gliding from branch to branch in a powerful yet graceful fashion were a pair of indigenous howler monkeys. They'd have looked mighty tough, if it wasn't for the fact that what they had come to chomp on were some very pretty pink flowers on the trees just outside our balcony
Before signing off I should tell you about the near-death incident (you thought it was Lauren & the scooter right? Wrong!). At 3am last night, Lauren came running into our room screaming something about a scorpion in their room. Just a dream we expected, but guess what - it was true. Not 2 feet from where Lauren was sleeping, was a 3 inch long scorpion just hanging around on the curtain. Mummy was summoned, and with the screaming multiplying, daddy was subsequently roused to do the daddy thing. Not sure if this was a poisonous scorpion or not, but chances were not taken and he was dispatched forthwith over the now infamous balcony. Maybe he met up with the guilty party in the snorkel-mask incident and invoked some sort of retribution on our behalf. At least that's what I was telling myself as I drifted off to sleep.