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Our first night in Panama, quaint and quiet. The ocean waves ever so gently, just enough to lull you to sleep. Fireflies bring magic to the darkness. Thunder rolls and lighting flashes off in the distance. Silhouettes of Islands. No wifi, no cell phone, just stillness. No turtles laying eggs, no raccoons to over turn the trash and wake you in the middle of the night. Stars peak through the clouds and soft rain all night. Three dogs appear in the morning and come to rest on our cabin porch, have they been guarding us all night? It’s early, time to watch for whales. We see them, playing in the sea off in the distance. They wave, we wave back. Humpbacks I suppose. Hunting for sea shells, gathering coconuts, we walk. Flocks of parrots fly overhead. Not another human in site. Suddenly, a truck, a moped, a guy on a bike, all make their way past us, they came from out of nowhere and are heading nowhere. Looking odd, where can they be going, I see nothing but deserted beach. Making plans for the next stop. Our friends come over, we look at maps. I’m not ready to go, but we must. What would my family and friend think? Dropping off the grid to live in a cabin by the sea. Whales, playing with dogs, looking for seashells all day. No wi-fi, TV, no bad news or good news for that matter. Time to go. We drive out onto the beach. The sand is hard, you can drive for miles. Ocean on the left, jungle on the right. This is life.

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Where do I start? I guess at the beginning, so get a cup of coffee or a beer because this is going to be a long post. Starting with the mornings events and working my way backwards is going to be the best way to bring you up to speed. We woke up to the realization that last night there was an earthquake here at Ostional Beach. ” I thought you were goofing off shaking our camper last night” Scott said jokingly. “No, that wasn’t me!” I retorted. About that time our host Gilbert Araya walked up and asked if we felt the earthquake last night. Honestly Tammy and I hadn’t, must have been asleep, but Angela and Scott certainly did. “It was a 2.8” Gilbert grinned, “A baby” he added. “But it certainly stirred up a lot of howler monkeys in the jungle just across the street,  you could hear them for an hour after the shaking” he added. No damage, so all was okay. Welcome to Costa Rica, earthquakes and tremors are a way of life here.

We were staying at Ostional Beach, the number one beach in the world for nesting sea turtles. We couldn’t miss Ostional as we have participated in turtle conservation in Mexico and Florida, and feel very passionate about sea turtles. The night before we went out on the beach to see many turtles come up to nest. Tammy was overwhelmed by emotion actually getting to witness this. As Gilbert, our guide, we were with the number one sea turtle conservationist in the world, it was a memorable experience and very educational. There’s nothing like watching a mother sea turtle labor up on the beach, dig her nest, lay the eggs and then retreat to the sea. It was magical.

We had only planned to stay at Ostional Beach for one night, but the morning of the second day it rained and stormed all morning. When we got on the road to leave we realized we were trapped by ragging waters on both ends of the town. The day we came to town these now rushing and ragging waters were just a small creek we passed over. Not now, there was no way we were leaving. After telling our new friends Gilbert and his wife our goodbyes, we were back in 20 minutes, setting up camp again.

 

The day prior we stayed at Cabanas y Finca Canas Castilla, which was a great introduction to Costa Rica. Quite magical in it’s own right, we had spider and howler monkeys right over our camper everyday. We also had the opportunity to do some hiking and met a family traveling from California to Argentina. Please follow them, like and share their story http://www.clunkmonkey.com. We were truly inspired by Malia, Tim, Kalia, Wyatt and Carson…..and their little dog too, Max.

We also experienced a power surge from a 220 volt outlet. Thinking it was a 110 outlet, we connected and 10 minutes later “zap”, the damage was done. While we still have power going to all the electronics in our camper, our converter will not charge the 12v battery. So we are working to overcome this issue now. Stuff happens as they say.

I’m sorry I’m leaving out some details, but I promise I will revisit this part of our “Tales on the Pan Am” and update. Just trying to stay ahead of the curve at this point, as we don’t always have the best internet in which to post. Thanks for following.