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18 Jun

We found the best Caribbean food and it is in a small town of Cahuita! Curry coconut chicken and vegetables at Miss Edith. H and I finished it all even though we were way over stuffed. Also we tried a “Jamaican” drink… not sure what was in it, but it was quite a treat. Que Rico!

Cahuita town is located just outside of Cahuita National Park, which protects a somewhat degraded coral reef (it was once quite healthy but the numerous banana plantations have pumped pesticides and sediments into the nearby ocean) and contains beautifully lined palm beaches. Once H and I actually got into town (our 2 hr bus ride turned into 4 hrs because of an accident which was most likely a turned over semi on the only road into town), we took a walk in both directions of town along Playa Negra and Playa Blanca. We even found a dog to play fetch with us as we walked down the beach (dogs in Costa Rica are the happiest in the world because they frequently take themselves for walks, get to keep all their junk (reproductive organs and what not) and still have actual homes). We stayed with the sweetest lady at Cabinas Palmer with basic facilities for a decent price.

We spent a couple of nights 3km south of Cahuita in the “larger, party” town of Puerto Viejo. Here we hunted for poison dart frogs (found 2 different types), listened to a local band, drank the chocolate milkshakes at Bread and Chocolate, and slept under mosquito nets at the mosaic-ed Jacaranda Hotel.
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Our last day in town we rented bikes and after one flat tire, we rode down to Manzanillo National Park for our first taste of snorkeling alongside a “red” river (we were not sure what was causing the red color but it was very striking when mixed with the teal-blue ocean). The Caribbean coral is bright yellow, blue, purple and green all wrapped up together. There were only a few other people on the massive beach so we enjoyed the beach mostly to ourselves. On the way back, we stopped at Punta Uva and Punta Cocles for more beautiful and lonely beaches.

With the Panama so close by we joined up with a shuttle service to Bocas del Toro along with two recent grads from New Jersey and one fellow traveller from Israel… in fact we meet a number of partiers from Israel that had just finished with their military service… Panama must be the destination of choice. Since we were so impressed with the snorkelling, we decided to book a snorkel tour to Cayo Coral and Cayo Zapatillos, which is a national marine preserve. The tour was a mixed bag including a tour guide that was either a funny man or a complete ass (something was lost in translation), experienced a tropical storm on the ocean, earned sore behinds and necks from our race-car boat driver, swam with even more beautiful coral, and saw a small child with a giant fish hook through her eye. We danced the night away after sitting and watching the people of Bocas, which included a horse drawn carriage with an on board bunny. One strange but fun town. We also spent a few hours swimming and lounging at our ocean deck at Hotel Brisas.
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H and I decided to get one last viewing of the Caribbean coral and booked a 2 tank dive before leaving Bocas – we decided that the Little Mermaid definitely lived in the Caribbean sea (that was probably clear from the movie but we relived it). After the dives, we hopped a water taxi and a fancy bus to David to make a connection to the mountain town of Boquette… and this last bus was one of the craziest yellow school buses we have ever been on. This school bus included a front grill, strobe light on top, leather ceilings, black lights, and a flat screen playing music videos loudly. We were prepared for a modified school bus, but this was quite impressive. The strobe light did provide a nice flashing view of the jungle as we raced by. As it was dark, I didn’t get a clear picture, but thinking this type of bus was common place, I planned on getting a picture in the daylight; unfortunately, we found out that not all of the schools buses are that fancy. We did, however, find another equally impressive bus today and grabbed a picture of this shark-finned bus – enjoy.
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We were picked up by 2 English girls as soon as we exited the bus and brought to Suenos Del Rio for our lodging right by the river. We have spent the last two days walking the beautiful mountain town and drinking the rich coffee! We are headed to Panama City tonight on our first overnight bus to find R early tomorrow morning in the city.
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And now we know how to make chocolate… Mad skills!

14 Jun

After blindly tossing H‘s camera into the vast ocean, it was time that we got me away from the water and somewhere else where I could (hopefully) do less damage. We went to Mastatal, which is nestled in the mountains that hang over the central pacific coast. It’s a small town that only volunteers ever really see, which is too bad because the beauty there is ridiculous!

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But nearly every farm up there has learned from an American couple at Rancho Mastatal that it is profitable to have volunteers come and help out at the farm. The volunteers pay a small daily room and board stipend rather than the farms having to hire seasonal help when there is only a small population in the area to hire to begin with. So there are quite a few like-minded travelers jammed into a 5 mile stretch of road, all working and learning (mostly organic) farming during the day. It makes for an interesting atmosphere for sure, especially at the one bar in town!

We volunteered at La Iguana Chocolates (because if I was going to be getting up with the sun every day, there had better be chocolates at the end of the day!), which was a quick jaunt outside the town of Mastatal. We stayed with the family who owned the farm, and they provided the (much-needed) mosquito nets and beds, three meals a day (which we helped prepare), and not only chocolates but some days we had some of the best cookies EVER!

Work was from 7 to noon, and it ranged from learning A-frame planting of very aggressive pineapple heads (you can totally plant the green leafy top from a pineapple and get another plant, who knew? But those little ends are SHARP and cut our arms to pieces), to hiking to the finca to climb trees and battle ants for the cacao fruit; mulching, mulching, mulching (really, so much mulching!); crossing into nearby farms to collect cow poo; grinding cacao beans; literally running with bamboo poles up steep hills to construct rain gutters; making chocolates for sale at the other volunteer locations; and most excitedly, poo-ing ovens for future pizza enjoyment.

We were busy working Monday through Saturday, and we had the most wonderful group of volunteers to chat with that made the days go by so quickly! Neither H or I had spent much time with that many females, and it was (if we are going to be honest, quite) surprisingly wonderful! We stayed for two weeks; there were some people who shuffled in and out after a few days and some who had stayed for months or longer. We had endless conversations, shared hikes to waterfalls and across swollen rivers in only our knickers, tried to build a fire in a random piece of metal, enjoyed some pretty wonderful crafternoon projects, and had one epic night of King’s Cup (which is apparently played all across North America and Europe?). These girls were FANTASTIC!

The host family is hilarious and musical; the parents are very much caring and helpful, and since the local dialect of Spanish is quite mumbled, the fact that father would often sing about what we were meant to be doing was incredibly helpful (and just overall amazing) for comprehension. The mother is a ridiculous inventive cook, and we picked up a few tips for our own cuisine. The oldest son held the group together and taught us a lot about farming, how to approach life, and cow poo (he is an expert on each subject). There is, of course, more members of the family, including a sweet and (overly?) friendly quirky uncle, who is the resident expert on cows, horses and mangos, and provided us with the latter until we ate so much that we made ourselves sick (not a single one of us could stop eating, they were just too good!).

These two weeks were maybe the best time we had so far on our travels, and if it hadn’t been for G‘s upcoming epic 30rdy Brdy, we most likely would not have left so quickly. But we had a sister to meet! And now we are caught up to the current trip:

H and G are making their way down the east coast to Panama while I am in Seattle, Washington making sure two of my close friends get joined in marriage. Next week all three of us will be together in Panama City for some serious shopping!