At Playa Carrillo this morning, we came across small turtle tracks, the evidence of hatchlings scrambling towards the surf.
It looks like at least 25 of them foiled the poachers, the dogs, and the vultures to reach the sea.
Ceviche is a dish of lime cured fish and is sold at every truck stop and street corner in Costa Rica. For 1500 colones ($3.00) and served with soda crackers, hot sauce and mayonnaise to taste, it makes a low calorie snack or a cheap lunch.
Yesterday at the “bomba” (gas station) just outside of Samara, the vendor only had shrimp. Her misfortune was my reward. Delicious! Pura Costa Rica!
We’ve had some very low tides lately on the Pacific coast, in Samara.
Steve and I took advantage of one of them to walk around Punta Samara, from Playa Samara to Playa Buena Vista.
Took us just two hours.
We left the car at the Iguana Verde grocery and lichor store – that was handy for a cold bebida when we returned – but you could easily walk along the beach from Samara Centro.
There are some hidden sandy beaches along the way.
and lots of interesting rock formations.
A shady palapa had been built just for us.
It was hotter than it looks with the cloud cover but we had remembered to bring water for ourselves and the pup.
This stairway is about half way along and leads to the road. Would make a good escape route if the tide had begun to surprise us.
Instead, we continued on .
We met some neighbors scavenging for rock dwelling critters.
A little waterfall would’ve been gushing last night.
Rocks and sand.
There’s never a geologist around when you need one?
When we rounded the final point, the rain swollen Rio Buena Vista didn’t look crossable, even at low tide,
but these guys braved it. On to Playa Buena Vista for surf and sun. Or caring for turtle nests at the nursery about 1/2 klick down.
Instead, we headed back along the dirt road,
until we met up with highway 160, also dirt, and back to the car.
Every year, we see a crab crossing at Playa Carrillo just like this. I think these crabs are related and display the same behavior as seen in the Caribbean.
You know you live in Costa Rica when you’re awakened in the pre-dawn by glass crashing to the floor and upon inspection you find that a fist-sized frog has been kicking delicates off the shelf.
In the spirit of truth in reporting, I must disclose that it wasn’t my house and it was a beer bottle instead of a wine glass. But you get the idea. And the cat was innocent.