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We headed out from La Selva and made our way towards the Don Carlos Hotel in San Jose to meet up with Ali. On the way we traveled through some great countryside. At one point we stopped at a bridge because there were other tourists stopped there. Below is a view from that bridge showing the confluence of a clear and a muddy river.
We were supposed to meet Ali at the hotel at 11 o'clock, but I wanted to make sure we got there early, so we arrived at 10. Didn't really have too much of a problem finding it, although the street signs aren't as well marked as they could be in San Jose.
Well we ended up waiting in the Don Carlos lobby until Ali and her classmates showed up.. about 3 hours later.
Finally, we got to meet Ali, say our hellos and goodbyes to her classmates and her professor , Michelle and then take off for the Pacific coast. We had already driven 2 hours and waited 3 hours and we had another 3 1/2 hour drive in front of us before we could get to our final destination, Manuel Antonio National Park and the Pacific Ocean.
I have to say I had gotten to the point where I was starting to worry about Ali. It was really good to see her after a month of her being gone.
About 2 hours into the drive towards Quepos and Manuel Antonio, we passed over a bridge where there were people standing looking down. I had read about this and knew it was where there was supposed to be crocodiles in the water. Sure enough there were over a dozen very large crocs just hanging out looking for something to eat.
The crocodiles in these pictures were about 15 feet long... at least.
Finally, we made it to our home for the next three day. A penthouse apartment right on the beach. The closest place on the beach next to Manuel Antonio Park. When we got there it was starting to get dark and by the time I had unpacked everything, there was a lightning storm out in the ocean. Here is one if the pictures I got from our deck that evening.
We headed back up the really rough dirt road to the main road to get something to eat.
When we got back to our house, Colin and I went out on the beach looking for stuff. Here is a picture of a ghost crab that obliged me by posing. Another crab that lived around was this red, white and blue variety
That night was a very very loud night. We had a torrential downpour, a metal roof near my bed, load surf, and a very loud jungle. I woke up the next day just a little sore and tired, but definitely in the mood to go see Costa Rica's most popular national park.