After a week in Guatemala and lighter by two wallets we flew to Costa Rica, rented a car and drove down to Sierpe, the sleepy little village where I had fished last November. We caught the water taxi and slithered down 6 miles of jungle river where we had an exciting crossing of the bar into the Pacific and then boated on to Drake Bay where we spent 6 nights. This area of Costa Rica is absolutely wild, it's a huge rain forest and Eco-travellers come to see the wildlife. We sure did! Our first night there we took a frog tour and saw bunches of the famous little green, red-eyed tree frogs, not to mention other frogs, a snake, trap door spiders and a gawd awful Brazilian wandering spider which is extremely aggressive and if a it bites a man VERY BAD things happen to his very bad area. OUCH! (You can look it up! It's disgusting). Despite one of those hairy little beasts leaping to attack our guide, no one got bit and we returned safely to our little waterside hotel. On another hike we saw all four Costa Rican monkies, all sorts of birds, reptiles and mammals. We even were about to step out into a stream where it entered the ocean when our guide instantly cured us of that idea, by pointing out a 10-foot bull shark cruising out in front of us, inside of the breakers. It's a scary place.
Every other evening, about happy hour we were attacked my a nasty troop of white faced monkies that seemed to think they could join us and steal everything in sight while hissing and spitting and behaving like really bad 6th grade boys. It made for an interesting cocktail hour!
Our Hotel
Our last day Mike and I were going to paddle some sit-on-top kayaks out to where we could catch some waves. It looked like fun but I wasn't sure if I got dumped, if I could clamber back on board, so Mike and I went about about 50 feet off the beach where I found I could indeed wrestle my wide body back on the kayak. I practiced a few times then we came in to the beach for a while. Not long after we came in Sheryl (bless her soul) noticed that in the ocean, right where I had been floppin' around with Mike, there was now an 8-foot salt water crocodile prowling about. He seemed to be hoping to grab a wounded bird on the beach but it gave me the shivers to think just how juicy my fat arse must have looked to him.
It was a great trip...Thanks Mike and Patty.
Night time is just scary!
The famous little tree frog.
One hairy scary bastard. The most deadly in the world!
That's the dorsal and tail fin of a bull shark!
Mike and iguana
Yep, he was right outside our room!
The Bad Boys
Hey! It was a rain forest!
This had been our swimming hole all week long!
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