Published: March 11th 2012February 22nd 2012
Bridge through the jungle treetops.
This bridge went from the main Treehouse to a small platform used for yoga.
We are lucky to be in the jungle during the one month out of the year when the cicadas are alive. To say the sound during the day is deafening is not quite right…. the sound is so loud your ears begin to ring and pulse. I tried to take some video to capture the sound because I have never heard anything like it. We have also heard Howler monkeys in the distance. They make some SCARY sounds but I am excited/hopeful to see some.
Our treehouse cabana is located at the bottom of the hill/trail. We like this because we wanted some privacy but it is an interesting hike at night. We have no bedding (I swear the website for this place said there was some) so Sean and I made a failed attempt to locate some after relaxing in our cabana for a while during the heat of the day. While it was fun walking thru the forest to the main road and taking/negotiating a tuk tuk ride we didn’t find what we were looking for in the small villages nearby. We gave up and wandered back up to the Treehouse to take pictures of the sunset and
to get to know the rest of the group staying with us.
The Austrian couple is cool. She works at a children’s hospital in Vienna as a lab tech. There was a gal who used to be a translator and paralegal for a law firm in New York city (but she’s from California). She quit her job and has been on the road for about 3 months (most of which she spent in Panama). There is a guy from Saskatchewan who works the oil fields (he’s funny) and traveling with him is a girl who is not his girlfriend. She usually does all-inclusive resorts when she travels but is trying something different. Boy did she get it! There is a man who was born in Morocco but lives in France – he is traveling with 2 other men in a VW bus. They are nice but they just want to have fun and get trashed. The owner of Treehouse Poste Rojo is gone for right now so there is a fill in manager. She is a Kiwi and her accent is lovely to listen to and the only thing I heard her talk about was food and getting
This thing is the size of my husband's palm.
trashed. There are also some twins. I’m not really impressed with them. They are friendly but it feels like they are couch surfing (hammock surfing?) and freeloading it.
But I have saved the best for last! Just before dinner was ready a Scotsman showed up. He is a professor from a college in the UK and he studies spiders. He is a trip! He has spent a long time traveling the world looking for spiders: he hates Costa Rica but loves Panama. He gave us a brochure for a hostel in the cloud forest in Panama with great hiking trails. I love listening to him talk obviously because of the lovely accent but also because he is quite entertaining.
We ate family style-ish. Pizzas were made from scratch. Poor Sean had half his pizza ruined with ash. Our conversations flowed from what people did for a living to where they were traveling and eventually wandered to talking about movies, texting while driving and TV shows. It was amazing to be sitting in the jungle at night and listening to French, Spanish, Austrian and English conversations flowing around us.
Spider-man walked halfway back with us as we picked our way back to our cabanas. He has me thoroughly sketched because he is excited to be looking for tarantulas, scorpions, etc and I am scared I’ll be the one who finds them.
The noises in the jungle don’t stop when the sun goes down. The night shift comes on and begin their turn of crazy noises. I got all squeamish on Sean when we got back to our cabana and found some wild-medieval-vinegaroon-looking spider in the locker where we keep our stuff. We did NOT sleep well. While there were lots of critter noises and movements through the night and Sean kept jumping up with his headlamp to see if something was getting into our packs; that wasn’t the problem. The problem was the roosters crowing and dogs barking all night long and the lovely aroma of burning plastic. I am seriously tired of the smell of burning plastic. Sean is developing a serious dislike for chickens.
RULE #4 Don’t get involved in an in depth conversation with a man who studies spiders right before bedtime…… and don’t look for the bugs where you sleep.