Cheesy sunsets all round

Trip Start Feb 27, 2006
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Trip End Apr 10, 2006


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Friday, March 17, 2006

Still trying to figure out how to smuggle a mammal out and back to Streatham. There are just so many of them here and they all have such good schnozes, surely they wouldn't miss just the one?

Nearly finished this leg of the trip, and that may well be a good thing as the banal chat of some of my travelling companions is starting to do my nut in! One of them doesn't know how to make mashed potato - how can that be?!

There is still a huge amount of fun things to look at and keep me entertained though including the extraordinarily hot thermal springs, the vast and overpopulated butterfly farm (lots of flapping and colours, and also freakishly large insects - once again, I was extremely brave). I have however, heard quite enough on this trip about the bloody leaf cutter ants - yes, I do know they don't actually eat the leaves!

So the other day, we left the cool climes of the mountains and jammed into a tiny bus for 5 hours of crazy driving and unpaved roads. Poddly's offerings of We Are Scientists, Arctic Monkeys and Bloc Party were the only things that got me through. It was all worth it though to arrive on the Pacific coast and the gorgeous final destination of Manuel Antonio National Park.

And I thought the other places were hot. I'm rapidly evaporating into a crusty, dessicated version on my normally succulent and turgid self.

A few of us spent the day at the beach yesterday. Being a rare albino marsupial though, I had to hide from the blaring sun until about 3pm to avoid being vapourised. Instead, I hid in a shady nook and read the sad ending of 'The Time Traveller's Wife' in between falling asleep to the hypnotic sound of the lazy Pacific - huge lolling waves, toppling into shivery, foamy fizz.

Once the oomph was out of the sun, I ventured into the waves and played and splashed for a couple of hours. I jumped a few and chickened out and ducked a few, and then every 7th one was a giant that sent me tumbling and gave Neptune the chance to have a fumble and try and get my bikini off. More than once I stood up to find that I was dressed as though I'd been at some wild all-nighter and had walked home drunk.

I stayed in the ocean until the sun sloped down and joined me in the water. It was utterly perfect. All I was missing was someone to share it with.

Anyway, just incase you are thinking I'm having too much fun, all this adventuring has its price. Current injury tally is as follows:
Bruised right knee (New York, and still going, and all the colours of the rainbow), scraped and bruised left knee (tripped while gawping up at a sloth in a tree last night), water in ears from dicking about in the sea, bruise all down right calf from horse riding, inevitable and quite nasty sunburn on neck, 7 or 8 super itchy bug bites including a howler on my face, and I've done something rather permanent to the tops of my legs which means that I can no longer open them (not that there has been much call for that on the trip so far).

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