What do you write about, when there is not a lot to write about?
We spent another day at the Cahuita National Park and naturally there is a bit of repetition in what we do and experience.
If Cahuita is paradise and there definitely is a case you can argue here, then by what definition exactly?
Is it more on the colloquial sense; just the beauty of beach, water, forest, perfect temperature of water and air, the light breeze and of course the ample supply of fruit smoothies?
Or is it more that in paradise you don’t have any needs anymore as they are fulfilled before you have them? (A bit lame concept if you ask me).
Or is paradise defined by being exactly right for you? Like for hikers, paradise is the Himalayas and for people who like to get a tan, it is the beach?
Whatever the definition is, if you have written about a day in paradise once, the next day is boring.
Maybe boring for the reader, but not for us, though.
Although we are both definitely not the beach types we mixed activities with being lazy by doing a great little hike through the coastal mangrove forest of the Cahuita National park, stopping to listen for new birds, moving on, sitting down once in a while watching the waves break and taking a swim. Chris was a trooper, walking 8 km in flip flops despite injuring her toe rather badly on a root at the beach yesterday.
We saw some birds, two new ones, below the majestic Royal Tern (seen before).
The beach and the mangrove forest floor are punctured with holes of different sizes and when you wait long enough, one of these tiny friends comes out and throws out a pincer full of sand to extend their dwellings.
Others carry their humble abode around – Hermy the Crab seems to be a bit shy about filming and decided to go for a run midway through the shooting.
Howler monkeys are always present but in spite of their loud and intimidating posturing they are actually pretty peaceful leaf eaters. Yesterday I mentioned their distant cousins the cute looking Capuchin monkeys, they are clever little stealing bastards.
For unbeknownst reasons Chris asked me to post the below picture of me on the old mare that ran me through the spider web infested woods here in Cahuita (see day 11). I suspect she has sinister motivations as this is the only known record of me sporting a mullet (the German Vokuhila = vorne kurz hinten lang haircut), so that she and her friends have something to giggle about after our return. I would like everyone to more focus on my perfect posture on this devilish creature.
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