Costa Rica day 9: sand in our shoes

I slept hard, with my usual facial covering to stop the sound of Sam’s snoring. I work in the night and pee’d outside the tent, and then spend an hour worrying I had pee’d into Sam’s boots. Alas, I had not. I was slightly late for breakfast as I was having a jungle shave! We…

Costa Rica day 6: the day we found tarmac

We awoke, as ever, before the alarm! The bleary sight of bodies emerging from sleeping bags in a cow shed will stick with me forever. After a false start where only fruit arrived, we had rice, beans, egg and wet toast. I gave the shower a miss today, first time! But, after a cold night’s…

Costa Rica day 4: swimming in our boots

We awoke to much excitement from the late card game playing boys, a frog had entered the card game, and proceeded to be photographed. It is indeed was pretty, and it made me happy that it had made otherwise-macho Chris scream.

Costa Rica day 1 and 2: weary and moist

I won’t bore you all with details about how I travelled to the airport, and how long and dull the flights were. First, a 10 hour flight, then a cardio-rich dash to catch the 4 hour flight onward to San Jose! So far, the group is really cool, but I haven’t leaked much of my…