Jungle Fever: Part Two

Curiousity is a good thing to have in the rainforest, providing you don’t touch, or try to eat, anything!

I learned 5 important lessons from/with Eduardo during our treks..

1. Do not sit on a damp log. It may have a fungus that will grow on your bottom.

2. There are always things that will bite, sting, cut, bruise, and eat you. Particularly if you annoy them. Equally, things that delight, amaze and confound you. Like small white furry caterpillars that leave you with no feeling in your arm.

3. Life and death hold equal sway. Silent stranglings, smotherings, bloody killings, slow painful deaths..And then flourishing abundance, fecundity (what a great word that is) survival, revival. Against the odds.

4. Do not grab hold of trees. They may have snakes in the bark, that bite.

5. Beware monkeys overhead. Something may be thrown at, or defecated on, you, from a great height.


Not everything red and beautiful is dangerous..

However, there is only so much intense wildlife one can take in one go.. particularly when the deadliest snake of all, the Fer-de-lance, had been spotted in the outdoor shower/loo! A true triathlete this one. Slithers, swims, and even climbs trees at high speed…! (It is also responsible for lots of unnecessary deaths amongst poor unsuspecting workers in banana and coffee farms..)

The deadly Fer-de-Lance: easily agitated (not my pic - best to stay a safe distance..!)

So I swapped the solar powered hut in the jungle for a solar powered tent-hut by the sea.

Drake Bay, where the rainforest meets the sea, and where that most famous of Drakes (not the duck variety) Sir Francis first made his landing in 1579. Apparently things haven’t changed that much since he was there, except for the odd eco-lodge, fancy tent camps, a motorised boat or two..oh, and solar panels. It’s probably the most difficult place to get to in Costa Rica. No roads, no cars, just single track paths, big waves, and bits of pre-Colombian pottery. And monkeys. Always monkeys!

Can’t really wake up in a bad mood with views like this..a short stumble from tent-hut.

And this..

Even Sir Francis would have been impressed..

With sights like this, it’s hardly surprising that the locals are so relaxed..!

A familiar pose

The laborious and expensive task of transporting food by boat or foot meant that as much as possible was caught, grown and cooked on site. (Except for the rum and gin, which the monkeys delivered at sunset every day in little wheelbarrows, with ice..If you asked them nicely they might even squeeze you a lime or two)

Or maybe the sun got to me.

With days filled with heavy exertions (seeking out secret beaches, swimming in waterfalls, avoiding crocodiles, spotting beautiful birds like this… (need a better zoom lens..)

Dozing Kingfisher (until we disturbed it)

..hammocks were a welcome respite.

Daily Hammock Time

I wonder if Sir Francis Drake felt the same way..

Must have been rather hot in a hammock wearing all that garb.

Hero, pirate, slave-trader..Did it to annoy the Spanish

And just when I was starting to think that sabbaticals are all about nice holidays like this…

Back to urban jungle with a jolt. A meeting with Walmart about its sustainable agriculture programme.

Talk about sublime to the ridiculous.


2 responses to this post.

  1. Posted by Nick on May 6, 2011 at 4:22 am

    Red, beautiful and dangerous…. hmmmmmm


  2. Love the one to five peices of advice. Classic. Do not sit on damp logs something may grow on your bottom. This sort of advice works for me. It would put me off!

    Liza you are tremendous. Keep charging.


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