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Published: April 11th 2015
Knows a few choice words in Spanish.
Today we are better organized. We arrive at the bus depot in plenty of time to catch a ride to the Jaguar Rescue Centre. There had been a hard rain just before dawn but since it is always humid, it didn’t cool things down any.
The buses must have been made in China. The seats are not very wide, considering the mean size of female posterior here. Nor is there adequate leg room, even when sitting up straight. Thankfully the bus trip was for less than a half hour.
We were let off at the entrance to the centre but were too early for the tour. It was suggested that we hang out at the nearby beach for the next hour. It is a narrow white sand beach (I don’t know at what level the tide is at) that stretches for miles. There are many private and commercial properties bordering the beach with a common footpath above the high tide mark. Large fallen palm trunks provide comfortable seating and the live ones, shade. It looks nicer than the one in Cahuita but I am reserving judgement until I visit the National Park there tomorrow.
The rescue centre is
Did somebody say bananas? Former resident returns for a snack.
kept going with a band of volunteers who pay for the privilege of working there. They must find their own lodging and feed themselves and commit to a block of at least one month of time. For this commitment, they get to clean the animal’s pens, do minor maintenance, cuddle and treat the animals and give guided tours. Most of the volunteers seem to be in their twenties and they come from around the world.
There is a wide selection of snakes, monkeys, a couple of sloths, a few deer, a pelican and two jaguars at the moment. The population is fluid with new animals coming in and others being releasing back into the wild. Most of the animals have suffered from a life threatening accident in their contact with human technology or were confiscated from illegal traders. This is a great opportunity to get up close to the creatures. Unfortunately, I did not get a chance to hug a sloth as I had hoped on this trip.
We took the local bus back to Puerto Viaja to have a look around. It is a real tourist stop. No wonder what with beautiful beaches at your doorstep. Lots
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Current resident Alpha male.
of bars and restaurants. A real party town as it seems to be a haven for the under thirty crowd. We were quickly bored.
We had a very late lunch at a place called “Outback Jack’s”. Great fish and chips. Fresh fish, not too greasy, crisp batter and home-made tartar sauce. The fries were a bit fishy, having been cooked in the same oil. The resto was decorated with all sorts of do-dads of all descriptions, including baskets of eyeglasses at each table and more hanging from string in the rafters. They are all of the same type, big lens, aviator frames popular in the 1970’s. I don’t know the significance of this collecting interest.
Back on the bus to Coahuila and a slow, tired walk back to our cabin. We did not bother going out for supper, settling for our habitual rum punch and some fruit. Early to bed.
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