Caught the early bus to Manzanillo to visit Refugio Nacional de Vida Silvestre Gandoca-Manzanillo, much anticipated and eventually to our chagrin. We thought we were headed somewhere else today – an animal sanctuary we’d heard of from friends and locals where they take in injured animals and you can interact with them. Baby jaguars and other kitties. Since we’ve heard about it, we were fired up to get there. Soloueno (s’all good.) tho. Not much in Manzanillo village itself. 22 was almost rendered unconscious by a freefalling coconut, much to the locals humor.
Manzanillo point
We walked 1 km down the beach and fjorded a river to begin a self guided hike down a 5 km trail. We didn’t get to far as the deep mud slowed us down and we hit one spot on the coast edge where we realized that the incoming tide would not let us back thru for a bit if we were to cross. Waves were sharp and hard on the reef. One is supposed to see frogs and birds here. We have yet to see a toucan. We beachcombed our way back, bussed from Viejo to Cahuita and cruiser biked back to our cabina. Only now typing it do I fully realize what an adventure and escapade it was. Never a dull moment. What fun to be so fully engaged in life. 22 and I had a hot date at Miss Ediths, a well known and loved Caribe resti. I sucked on spiny lobster tail and 22 on jerk shrimp. Buttery , coconutty, spicy awesome-ness all the way around.
Miss Ediths dinner
Spiny coconut lobster