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Published: April 11th 2015
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Caribe Cabin
Our home base for the next few days. When daylight arrived, I could finally see our surroundings. Short, lawn grass high plants on an uneven ground with wide spaced shrubbery and tall trees. Other shrubs are strategically planted to obscure the view of the other cottages. Raised cement walkways, bordered by flowering bushes, converge on the reception booth where coffee and toast are served from 7-9. A good occasion to compare notes with other guests.
I prepared my own breakfast while Clo was perfectly happy with the house offer. It was so nice to drink a large glass of ice cold milk again. As I have learned about Costa Rica, internet service is sketchy. It was advertised that WIFI was available throughout the property, in reality, the router only covered the area close to the entrance. Not far to walk but inconvenient. I must get dressed before checking in with the world.
Since Clo is still feeling uneasy, we decide to just spend the morning exploring the town. Cahuita is a fraction of the size of Fortuna. No big resorts and only a short main street with a few gift shops, a couple of guided tour companies and about twenty restaurants. There was a Sunday local market
My Hammoch
Must get me one of these. More comfortable than the one I have that has bars along each end to hold the ropes apart. happening so we got some fresh provisions and picked up other necessities at the grocery to make our own meals.
After lazing around during the hot mid-day, we went in search of the beach. It took us a bit of round and round to find it. The walk back was much shorter. It is a small beach, at least at high tide, of fine black sand. I couldn’t resist. The breakers called. In spite of not having my aqua ear band, I decided to go in anyways to try some body surfing. The undertow was almost strong enough to pull me off my feet. I could feel the skin on my legs fluttering like when you put your arm out the window of a fast moving car. The water was just short of lukewarm. It was very refreshing after our walk which had left my shirt soaked.
We returned to our cabin to change and have our rum punch before supper. We had noted a French resto nearby and a vegetarian resto up a side street. The former was closed and we had already gone past the turnoff for the latter so we continued down the main drag.
Red Flower
Always in my peripheral vision when in the hammock. There was a percussion jam going on in the town square so we continued down the street.
The end of the street is the entrance to the national park. Here, we found an excellent resto. The place was clean, lots of room between the tables for kids to run around in. The other diners all seemed to be locals. I highly recommend the seafood platter. I am not sure what some of the ingredients were but they were fresh.
We wandered back to our cabin. The jam was still happening so no good stopping off at the bar playing reagge music. We detoured to check out a resto for tomorrow night. It looks interesting, especially the chocolate brownies on display.
Bach at our cabin we sat around and discussed what to do with the few remaining days left. The jaguar sanctuary is on the menu. Upon the recommendation of the two Canadian ladies next door, we will go by public transportation rather than hiring a guide and driver. After a few hands of gin rummy, Col was off to bed and I lay in the hammock listening to the night sounds. Sometime in the middle of the
night, I awoke and shuffled off to bed. The breeze created by the fan was refreshing. There doesn’t seem to be much wind here. The branches remain still throughout town.
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