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Published: September 18th 2015
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As I slipped I almost has time to plan my fall, almost but not quite. Luckily this peticuilar waterfall was not that tall and although it bruised instantly after a quick shake and a capture of my breath I was able to hike on...
After leaving the surf camp and traveling to Panama via Costa Rica I wasn't inspired to write, Costa Rica was unexpectedly gloomy. After issues at the border and miscommunication at the bus station I was relived to arrive in Tamirindo and spend a few days with Sophie's mum and brother. We began our journey though Costa Rica on a 5am bus to San Jose, not at all what we were expecting we soon escaped to Purto veijo and over the border to Panama and Bocas del toro.
We were re joined on our first night in Bocas by Rosie, a lovely Australian we met right at the start of our trip who was back in central ready to head south. After a stunning few days snorkelling on the white sand beaches we continued south to a place a few girls had told us about, in a cloud forest just an hour from David is a
hostel called lost and found. As usual we had decided to stay in a place in the jungle only reachable by a 30 minute up hill hike HUNGOVER!! The struggle was real once again.
After a refreshingly chilled night in the clouds we woke up revitalised and raring to go. One of the things the hostel offers is maps to local trails. They have created a map to a treasure hunt around the local forest, waterfalls and various look out points. We gathered a crew and began our 10km 6hr hike!! The beginning was the hardest it was straight, steep, slippy, up hill, luckily we had a fit French man to drag us up!
The first riddle led us to the look out point, no wonder it was straight up hey! The view was awesome, we could see for miles, through beautiful mountains, coffee plantations, all the way to the islands of Bocas del toro. Each destination had a black tube with a riddle which lend us to our next destination, on muddy paths though the jungle, over army's of ants, under fallen trees, once at the river we took an ice cold swim and instead of heading
back on the path to the next X marks the spot we continued up the flowing river, through small to medium waterfalls, along slippery rock beds, the journey was the joy, the destination just meant the end that day. I think we all slipped at least once, but I guess you never learn to get back up if you never fall down right. That's how I felt that day, every last step was a challenge and every pervious step was an achievement there were times when I leaped though the jungle chasing my friend not putting a foot wrong and using far to much energy having fun, then points where I was sweating so much I would struggle to lift ether leg to climb the next big muddy step, guess like a metaphor for life.
However through the struggle I fort and reaching home aching, bright red and out of breath I can say, it was worth it for the view!
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