The next morning we headed across the peninsula through Rancho Quemado, taking side hikes in various places along the way. Here I heard my first (of many times over the coming years) sounds of howler monkeys. I had been trying to catch the sounds and a glimpse of them on camera, with no luck. Eva told a little tale of one of her early experiences. Eva’s Monkey Story
That day we saw the following species of Costus: C. lima, C. guanaiensis, C. ricus, C. scaber, and probably a few others I am forgetting.
By evening we had made our way to the Pacific coast and stayed the night at a very spartan little place with no electricity alongside the Drake airstrip. The owner cooked us some dinner of rice and local fish over a wood fire and we sat there talking about the day’s adventures.
Then the niece of the owner wanted us to visit her home a couple of km down the road. So we walked in the moonlight and came to a small settlement where they had just gotten electricity a few months prior. The government had given everyone a brand new refrigerator and everyone was huddled around a small television set watching a tele-novela called “La Madrasta“. Now here is the weird part…. Before I left on the trip, I had been watching that same series on Univision, using closed captions to try to learn Spanish. The episode they were watching had been shown in the US several weeks prior, so I knew exactly what was going to happen next. I could not resist pretending that I was psychic or something and able to predict the next scene. Problem is, those shows are so predictable anyone can pretty much do that without having seen it.
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