Yesterday we took a safari boat trip from Tamarindo, which is a hip surfer town on the Pacific (west) coast. You're told you're going to see all these exotic birds and animals, but when that first little crocodile hove into view, we all still made such a fuss that it sank to the bottom and stayed there till we were safely up river. The howler monkeys were mostly asleep perched high in the trees, but our guide (who could do a perfect imitation of their howling/barking) called out to them and a few barked back. It all sounded a bit aggressive but the guide assured us that they knew him and were just marking their territory. (I bet they were thinking "Oh god, here he comes again. Let's just give 'em what they want and they'll go away.) Last night, sipping a lovely Sauvignon Blanc on our balcony, you couldn't hear yourself think for all the distant howling! Definitely beats the police sirens that we can usually hear in Chicago!
Today I am bracing myself for a Canopy Tour which will take us under the jungle canopy (obviously) to the Zip Lines. Oh yes, Zip lining. I believe we'll be doing about 8 consecutively. Ye gads. I don't have a fear of heights but I'll be surprised if I'm not slightly throwing up in my mouth when I actually get onto that platform and am
Watch this space.
If I'm spared!