Our two previous weeks in Puerto Viejo were spent in the jungle cottages of Cashew Hill.The denizens of which concluded a multitude of symphonic amphibians, monkeys and the creatureI find most emblematic of this place: the three toed sloth. Our experience of the jungle concluded regular downpours, building to a torrential crescendo on our day of departure. On the day that we arrived at our cosina, Casa Chiquita, it was in the proces of raining 7 inches (20 cm). The transition was all the more exciting, finding a goodly sized stream running through our driveway into a lake that used to be our garden.
The weather has been so incredibly thick, an atmosphere akin to a Finnish bath. Towels can hang for days and be not one whit dryer then when it was first hung. Moss grows in the twinkling of the eye. The oppressive heath can be a detriment for those such as myself, who are at various times of their lives (somewhat) gravitationally challenged. In the last month I’ve dropped 8,9 kilo’s of Canadian insolation.
By this time my quip ‘It’s a jungle out there’ has lost some of its hilarity.