Rabid dogs, red frogs

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We caught the bus from Cahuita down to the town of Puerto Viejo, where we found a sweet little place to stay - it even had a pool. We rented a couple of bikes a cruised around the town. We were taking a little detour through some country roads when Trish was chased by some territorial dogs - she wasn't convinced that they were just like our old pal Leeroy the Schnauzer.

We biked to the Isla Finca botanical gardens, where we saw a lot of tiny red frogs, about the size of your fingernail.

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