Knowing my wonderful use of Spanglish and what happened the last time I got a public bus unaided (the whole motorway central reservation incident) I was a little on edge over whether we'd make our connections etc. We were nearing the bus station I knew we needed to change at, but things were beginning to look a little tight timewise. So as we pulled up at one of the bus stops on the outskirts of town I saw another bus and heard a tout saying something about San Jose, I woke up a half asleep Breezy and we jumped on the next bus not really knowing whether it truely was San Jose bound. This time my traveling luck held out and it was the correct bus, and we arrived at the Hostel just as everyone else was checking in.
The next morning we had a 5hr bus ride to Manuel Antonio, and so by the time we got there we just headed straight to the public beach for a little sun bathing and to watch the sun set.
George Breezy and an MA sunset
We were staying in the Wide Mouth Frog hostel (again... there's a recuring theme here of me returning places) and so decided to do a little cooking again.And this ment supplies, to the supermarket...
Am I a giant or is it a small trolley?
George Brreezy inside the chiller cabinet... just chilling
The resident (slightly stinky) dogs were in attendance again at the hostel, and George took it upon himself to try to rescue one of the mats from a delightful canine (who had more than a little resemblance to a rockweiller).
Its a battle you'll never win
A trip to the Wide Mouth Frog is never complete without a nice nightime dip in the pool.
That beer's not mine I swear...
Slightly confused...
The next day we got up and headed to Manuel Antonio's main attraction... the national park. But that wasn't before me and Stef had taken the opportunity for a lovely photo to be treasured forever ;)
Who'd have known I was so well endowed?
After the photo opportunity we headed for a nice trek through the park, taking in the abundance of wildlife always on offer here. And again it was picnic lunch, this time on one of the largest beaches.
Lunchtime
Now I've talked before on my blog a number of times about the sheer abundance of wildlife here (infact about two sentences ago) but its true, all kinds of animals are everywhere... and they've become so used to humans some of them are not afraid to get a little daring in their pursuit of goodies... take the little critter below for instance, he's got us sidetracked with his cute ways, rummaging in the undergrowth like butter wouldn't melt. Meanwhile his buddy is about 10ft away stealing George's lunch right out of his bag haha. We can't say the signs didn't warn us!
Syril Sneer and the Racoons
Again not wanting to repeat myself too much but the beaches down in Manuel Antonio are actually the most beautiful I've ever seen in my life... take the below photo for instance, they're actually picture postcard perfect (a bit of tongue twister but you get my drift).
Beautiful
A slightly more orthodox photo
After a bit of swimming, abit more walking (and another encounter with a baby sloth) we headed to my favourite abandonned beach and hungout until the sun began to cool. Another beautiful afternoon in Manuel Antonio National Park.
Totally abandonned once again... other than us that is
And again all too quickly it was time to head on to our next project and say good bye to people... which was getting all the more difficult with a certain someone... but not before a chain of events started by illness would see me not actually make it to my next volunteer placement...
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