Today, I hope, was the end of a series of crises that involved the car which died, the water which was shut off, and my bank files which were left at the market. We were going to take the bus down to Manuel Antonio, but read in the paper that the place was saturated with tourists. Instead, we went kayaking from Damas, and even though the guide was utterly useless, we had a beautiful paddle through the mangroves, poking in and out of roots and under branches and leaves, gently paddling and moving through the water. We saw birds but little else, and nothing we haven't seen already, including a belted kingfisher, a basilisk - Jesus Christ lizard, and herons and egrets.
It was an overcast day that turned from drizzle into giant splats of rain toward the end of the 2 hour jaunt. I loved every second of being out on the water so low that I could touch it even if my hands became wrinkled with the wet from drips of the paddle. Lisa hung back so that she could see the natural life, and unfortunately, our guide was a dreadful loud mouth who never stopped talking! It was serene when we paddled slowly through the swamps' silence until we had to hear the guide's loud, jarring voice!
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