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!
A precursor to a series of pictures taken on a recent holiday/vacation. Just had the privilege of spending some time in the Central American country of Costa Rica. We had a great time, despite being without our suitcases for the first three days…. surprising how resourceful you can be when necessary!
Our trip was a tour, with time in Tortuguero, Arenal, Monteverde and Tamarindo. We were transported between locations by mini-bus/shuttle, over some pretty dodgy roads sometimes, but it all added to the sense of adventure.
I confess, I’m a cyclist! – one of those lycra clad devils who take up so much road space. I originally started cycling to overcome a problem with photography. I got fed up driving round and seeing great pictures but nowhere to park. I had the idea that I’d find a suitable place to park and cycle back to take whatever shots I’d seen. I thought I’d get some training in…… and got a bit carried away!
This is my trusty steed, a picture taken earlier in the year. It was the cheapest bike I could find that had a reasonable set of gears (relative, I know). I’m tending to do just shy of 3000 miles a year at the moment – I was hoping to get through that barrier this year (and 100,000 feet) but the weather hasn’t been so conducive to cycling – I don’t go out if it’s raining or too windy. I’ve done my first solo 100 mile ride this year and I’ve gone through the 40 mph barrier (downhill with the wind behind me!)
And have I used my bike to support my photography ? …. nah! With my heart pumping the way it does I’d never hold the camera still. But I am a lot fitter than I was!
I recently spent a few days in Barcelona, Spain. The obligatory visit to the Gaudi Cathedral left me uninspired, if I’m honest. I didn’t find it a spiritual place – and the sheer number of tourists taking their selfies made the space pretty manic. Light levels were quite low as it was a cloudy day, so I had to push the ISO on my compact camera up a fair bit.