Our guide, who introduced himself during the mid-morning breakfast session, called on us to load our luggage on to the appropriate shuttle-bus for the onward journey to Tortuguero – he was a little bemused by the fact our family had none. We were soon on our way for the next leg. It was a bit like “Wagons Roll!” as all the buses set off in convoy down the road. Our guide explained that some of the roads were so rough it was worthwhile that they all stick together, in case one broke down. Sections of the road were a bit dodgy to say the least. (Our return ride, after our stay at Tortuguero, was delayed by an hour because of a landslide.)
After what seemed like an age, we arrived at a sort of inland river port – where we were put aboard a covered flat bottom boat equipped with a meaty looking outboard engine. We were asked to don life-vests before setting off down the river at a fair rate of knots towards our ‘hotel’.
Many of this type of boat filled with orange clad tourists zipped up and down the river at ‘changeover’ time.
Lop eared cattle seemed to be the main breed in this part of Costa Rica – I guess these arrived by boat too.
A little bit of excitement when a young fawn was seen swimming across the wide river in front of us – everyone was relieved when we watched it struggle ashore – crocs and caiman are present in the rivers hereabouts.
.. and a kingfisher staring into space…. a bit weird, but who’s to know the mind of kingfisher!
How Hill Tower near Wallerthwaite, North Yorkshire. I’ve learnt the tower sits on the site of the ‘Chapel of Saint Michael de Monte’. It was built 1718-23, by John Aislabie (he was expelled from the House of Commons, where he had been appointed as Chancellor of the Exchequer, after being found guilty of the ”most notorious, dangerous and infamous corruption”). (wiki)
…. Always interesting to follow things up…..!
I’m not sure why the farmer has decided to leave his straw bales out in the field this time of year – I’d have thought they would have been stacked and covered months ago – perhaps they have been just to wet to do anything with. We’ve had a lot of rain (by our standards).
When I see a tree like this – on the edge of a ridge, with a row of fence posts running by – I half-remember a 1950s science fiction film. Like a dream on the edge of my memory, I only had a sketch of a scene in my mind – something about a young boy and a ridge with a tree and a fence. This time I decided to get to the truth of my memory. It turns out that the film is ‘Invaders from Mars”, which was released in 1953. I haven’t had a chance to sit and watch the film through (which is available on youtube) but a quick scan of the beginning suggests my memory is flawed, or mixed with other inputs, as there is a stand of trees running up to a ridge, and not a single tree. No matter, I will still think of the film when I see a similar scene – and, through my research, I now have another background project, which will require me to sit through a lot of science fiction films (oh dear, what a shame!).
I rarely see youngsters climbing tress nowadays. I’m sure they must do – though maybe those who might be so inclined spend more time killing aliens and various ghouls and vampires in their computer games. Sheep and cows frequent these fields, which skirt the banks of the adjacent reservoir.