Travel across this small but largely undeveloped country is not boring. We left Rancho Margot* this morning at 8am for Monteverde which is actually not far as the crow (or toucan) flies, but it takes some doing to get there. We took the Jeep-Boat-Jeep route, which actually meant Taxi-Boat-Bus for us.
Our taxi arrived a little late to collect us and we were a bit worried that we might miss the boat, until realized that our taxi driver was also the boat captain! Being on the water was lovely on this sunny day and the views of the mountains were gorgeous.
We’re happy in our little hotel, the Quetzal Inn, and not quite sure what to make of its sign. We’re not sure if it means that it’s not quiet or if we should quit the forest environment.
Tomorrow, the cloud forest!
* for anyone interested in sustainable farming and permaculture, Rancho Margot is a truly special place. Those over 23 can volunteer in exchange for room and board. We recommend it highly.
Our last day at Rancho Margot was a capricious one weather-wise. The morning was wet and cool – I finished Jane Eyre and Frank finished Huckleberry Finn. At 1130 the sun came out and we went walking only to be caught in the rain 30 minutes later. The sun reappeared in earnest after lunch so we launched out into the sun and heat for one more hike up the mirador…and were caught again in a Scottish Highland-like rain as we reached the top. No view of the volcano as it was wrapped in cloud,
but after pausing for a while to let the rain pass, a huge rainbow opened up across the valley. (can you see it??)
Tomorrow we travel: a jeep-boat-jeep to the cloud forest of Monteverde. This was not our original plan, but Frank reminds me that plans are just plans and always open to change!
We ventured onto the Forest Trail again and were caught in a rain burst. Good thing there were ready-made umbrellas available.
Frank found a stick and gallantly cleared the trail of overgrowth and so doing I felt I got a glimpse of the man at 7 years old.
We also saw a gorgeous red bird.
A big mountain jungle hiking adventure. We went up to the mirador where we’d been before, but this time, we kept following a path up into the forest up to along the ridge of the mountain.
We got expansive views,
and Frank’s sharp eye also gave us the smaller view, too.
It was only after we returned that a guide told us that a jaguar had been seen in that part of the forest. Ignorance is bliss.
Another rainy cool day (fancy that in the rainforest!) so I spent the morning on the new playlist. Rockin out with misquito carcasses piling up around me. Even though I’m a sucker for lyrics and music that’s on the focus, I’m playing with more instrumental pieces interspersed like this one.
The camera largely got the day off, except for the ever-interesting, ever-inventive arte de toalla. Any guesses on this one?
Over the mountain again on a clear, sunny day, led by Ginger the Dog.
A view of the volcano and
a tour of the butterfly conservatory and sun and wind and water.
Spending so much time outside settles my mind and reminds me as Mary Oliver says, my place in the family of things.
We went on a jungling adventure – hiking up a lush valley,
across a cold blue river,
into a butterfly-filled forest.
Sometimes, it was muddy.