After our paradise in Montezuma, I think we were a little reluctant to leave. But we were heading to Manuel Antonio, one of the most popular places to visit.
Halfway down the Pacific Coast, Manuel Antonio is a beach town and home to a huge national park. Jungle and beach collides…a common theme in Costa Rica.
We set out for the national park @ 7:00 am in an attempt to beat the crowds of tours that start around 8:00. Is there anything worse than the small talk tour guides make with their tourees? And then there’s the whole other small talk amongst the tourees themselves. My thoughts: “Man I just met, I am so interested about your daughter-in-law’s cousin in Nebraska. Please tell me more. This insightful conversation is exactly what I paid $35 for.”
Anyways the park minus a tour was great. We saw tons of monkeys, which I have been desperately waiting to see. They were adorable. And humans are completely inadequate without tails.
We also so a sloth, snakes, crabs, lizards the size of dinosaurs, beautiful butterflies and two raccoons. Since when are, raccoons jungle animals?? Sneaky little guys.
After hiking around, we made our way to the beaches within the park. That is where two unheard of things happened. 1) I sat in the shade to avoid the sun. 2) I passed on avocado during our lunch of crackers and canned tuna and tomato slices.
We spent the rest of the day hanging out by the hostel pool. Then we got to fall asleep to the soothing sounds of a misc disney movie starring The Rock that our hostel played. Great acting.
We woke up at 3:20 to catch a 4:00 am bus to get to puerto viejo. While walking to the bus station, an armadillo ran into the road. Evi and I screamed like we were getting murdered. No one woke up or tried to save us…