An amazing day and among the best of the trip. We breakfasted well and having settled the bar bill which was approaching the size of the GDP of Swaziland, I decided it would be a good time to try the hammocks. Epic fail. The rope couldn’t stand my enhanced weight and I dropped like a stone to the deck where I bounced straight up again a bit like a wheeble. Great hilarity all round and luckily only my pride was seriously hurt.
Into the boat for a fantastic three hour high speed boat ride through the park on a waterway that ran parallel with the coast for about 45 miles. The luggage was substantial which meant grounding at times and there was one moment when we thought we might need to get out and push, not such a good idea given the crocodiles which were in evidence.
Occasional light showers but most of the time fresh air in the face, sun in the sky, the most incredible scenery with monkeys and bird life to be spotted along the way. This could have gone on all day for several days as far as I was concerned.
Eventually Willy dropped us off in the industrial outskirts of Limon, where we were supposed to be transferred to a local bus to take us to Cahuita, but the majority voted to pay an extra $5 to stay on the mini bus all the way, a decision which seemed very practical given the amount of luggage and that the public bus might be full or delayed etc. So we arrived in the sleepy village of Cahuita earlier than scheduled and had lunch in Ricky’s bar after checking into the Hotel Vas, where we were please to see a large room and a swimming pool.
After lunch we walked through the town and towards the Tree of Life animal refugee, but after walking for an hour or so in humid and showery conditions we returned to the hotel just short of the final destination which was supposedly 3km from town but turned out to be more like 3miles. A lovely let stretch though and I topped it off with a swim in the sea at a stretch of black sand beach that had been cleared of coconuts and driftwood and was just near an elegant looking yoga resort.
We stopped at a reggae bar for a margarita on the way back and took in the views of the rough surf and the classic Caribbean palm lined playa negra.
Fully refreshed we went out to a lovely Restuarant that evening on the sea front where instead of snapper we had fillet of sea bass. We had to move when a torrential downpour forced us all indoors, but that also meant we got to see the sloth making its way along the telephone wires at a surprisingly fast pace for a sloth.
A lovely day.