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Camping in Golfito
It was about a six hour drive to Mike’s Finca in Southwest Pacific Costa Rica. The last bit had quite a few potholes and finally a gravel road to Maribel’s mother’s home. His Finca was not accessible by road so we had to hike up. It took us a while to get up although Mike claims that most folks can do it in 10 to 15 minutes. The only part I found difficult was that one had to wear rubber shoes to walk through the stream part of the way. If I had had the right shoes to wear the entire time and wasn’t dragging heavy camera and other fragile equipment I would have been happier. Earl found the whole climb treacherous.
The cabin didn’t have electricity but it did have spring water. It was nice in the shade when there was a breeze. Maribel’s brother had created a few trails along the property. I took a few walks with Mike and even a night walk. Earl wasn’t up to any of this.
Saw toucans and aracasi in the upper dark regions of the mango tree in Mike’s yard. The squirrel monkeys and howler monkeys came to visit Earl. There were plenty of poison dart frogs on the property. They are about the size of a dime and hide near logs and leaf litter. The nearby pond yielded many frogs at night.
Maribel brought Earl fresh chicharrones (fried pork skins) for Xmas. Mike cooked all the meals on their new elevated wood burning campfire “stove”. Freshly dug native roots, fresh cacao (chocolate) seeds, newly laid hen eggs and chicken soup (complete with chicken feet for Earl) filled out the menu. Mike (having Italian ancestry) also fed us his grandmother’s Italian red sauce and pesto pasta.
Stairway to second floor. We decided that Earl shouldn’t navigate these stairs, especially at night, so Mike and Miguel moved the bed downstairs (off the balcony and down to the first floor).
First floor where we slept.
Saw large scorpions the first night. Something fell on Earl while he was sleeping. Also 3.5 inch cockroaches that eats insects inhabited the cabin. Click here if you’d like to see it.
Unintentional souvenirs of our stay were miscellaneous insect bites. My lower legs were covered with them. Probably some form of no-see-um as I didn’t feel the initial bites but now shall probably itch for days.
We drove back to San Jose, spent the night, had our usual fish lunch and caught the bus to the airport. A few more checkpoints due to the latest terror scare but otherwise an uneventful flight home.