Last minute beach run at 5.30am on our final day, even after a night at “Chicos”, provided some glorious photos, and put off the tears for a couple more minutes…..it feels like I spent the last 3 days crying, but they are happy tears, of friendship and fun. We just have to plan the next adventure together! Exhaustion set in for pretty much all of us on the last day off, and we did very little but potter around and lie on the beach, until Chicos time in the evening. We pretty much took over the place with some spirited dancing, and abused the huge wooden posts by using them for a weird form of pole dancing, though you couldn’t really call it that.
And suddenly it was over. Tarynne, Nicole and I set off for the ferry, bawled most of the way, until we surprised ourselves by finding the people who had flown over from Montezuma at the airport. This was confusing, and we ended up saying goodbye about 4 times altogether. The mothership then appeared out into the Costa Rican heat for the first time, huffing and puffing away, almost immediately begging me to cut the elastic out of her shorts in order for her to breathe….and now all they do is fall down.
A couple of floats down the river later, with appearances from caiman crocodiles, iguanas, many monkeys, turtles and tonnes of birds, and mother is in disgrace for her unruly behaviour….she did very little towards paddling in the first boat, and then squawked about running up and down the second boat taking pictures and scaring off the nature around us. I locked her out of the room just now, to get a little peace and quiet as she continues to get up at 5.30am, which did very little as she banged on all the doors and windows. Heaven knows how we’ll get through another week…………though the view of the volcano from the room may ease the pain a little!
Happy holidays continuing!