Last night was not great; the old mans wriggling kept making the bed shake (not exactly what one has in mind vis a vis their husband making the earth move!) That, plus the noise from the a/c, which sounds like a boy racer revving up a Concorde, make sleep impossible. At 5.30 I get up, douse myself with insect repellent, fight my way through the mice in the bar to retrieve a Diet Coke, and sit on the veranda reading my Ukrainian penguin v mafia novel.
It seems Im not the only one who cant sleep; a few minutes later the howler monkeys start their chorus (how can something so small make such a big noise?) and the Germans emerge with torches and announce theyre off to see the animals. By 5.45, the old man is the only guest still asleep.
Some time later we have breakfast and the old man departs for a boat trip which he has booked. I opt to stay by the pool with my book. I think Ive made the right decision, as it rains pretty much all day (lord only knows what its like in the wet season!) and I am able
And thats how I spend pretty much all of my day. In the afternoon, I take a nap and the earth really does move – an earthquake in Costa Rica!
Then I go for a swim with my new BFFs (the religious Germans). He tells me about the highlight of his day – finding a huge boa constrictor which wrapped itself around his arm!
The old man finally reappears from his trip. We eat dinner on the veranda where we are joined by a huge, flappy moth which causes me to scream so loud the out to check died.
