Clearly, the fact that "I can Scanner" means this is the only show in town.
This is what I needed after the solitude of the farm. Cahuita
village is great. Small, not a great deal going on, beautiful and lethargic. There are a few places to eat and a couple of places to drink; the whole place is on a very human scale. Like most of this part of Costa Rica, it is a little ramshackle, but I think this adds to the charm. It also feels safe, which I am coming to appreciate is not always the case when on foreign soil. Backpacks seem to a beacon, not dissimilar to wearing a t-shirt with "please rob me" written large across the chest.
Anyhoo, less of that. Cahuita rocks. I spent some time in the national park
and went for a snorkel.
Verandah´s were made for hammocks.
My back is just beginning to peel after the sunburn. The snorkelling here is OK, but not great. Sadly, the reef is dying, mostly due to chemical run-off from the commercial banana plantations but also due to the 1991 earthquake lifting some of the reef. But I did get to chase some sharks. Clearly, I didn´t realise the "big fish" I was swimming after was a shark, until I saw the side profile. I kept my distance with the next one. And the water was beautiful. Because of the reef, the sun is able to warm the sea up to tepid bath temperature. I love the sea.
My accommodation was also great. I scored a first floor room at the Spencer Seaside Lodge. A quick look at the associated photo of their street advert will show you exactly
why I chose it. My new favourite furniture item, the hammock, was also available en masse
. More reading, more eating, more drinking. Thank you Cahuita, I feel sane again.