Author Archives: David
Costa Rica Day 8: Pee-mergency! and Trish is punched by a monkey.
“Daddy, I really have to pee.” Emma says weepily and concerned. “And we’re trapped in our room.” Shit, I think, as I roll over. She’s right, we are trapped in our room at the budget hotel with the public toilet downstairs. I know this because I too had to pee an hour ago. But I’m … Continue reading
Costa Rica Day 7 – Leaving the Osa Penninsula
We sleep better without the tropical storm. The mosquito bites are driving us crazy. We estimate there are 200 bites between the four of us. Trish is pretty cranky. She doesn’t usually get mosquito bites – they prefer me. But this time they have attacked her relentlessly. It looks like a disease. It’s our last … Continue reading
Costa Rica Day 6: Mommie and Babies on the Rio Claro
‘Daddy?!!?’ Lily bolts awake and shouts loudly, looking around. She’s lying right next to me. ‘lily dear, I’ve got my arm around you. It’s just thunder and lightning. Go back to sleep.’ She does, and is snoring again quickly. I can’t sleep with the pounding rain and thunder on the tin roof of our hot … Continue reading
Costa Rica Day 4-5: The Corcovado Jungle
The man and woman proprietor of the little Cabinas Murillo don’t speak any English, which is sort of refreshing and a signal of how far from mainstream Costa Rica we have come. “Si Si Pinto Gallo para las ninas” I mumble in the most pathetic Spanish. It’s 5 am, and just getting light. The surf … Continue reading
Costa Rica Day 3: Lily’s bad-ass adventure day
‘Daddy, it’s a sloth.’ Lily says and points. We ignore her. The dust from the ATV’s covers our bodies and fills our noses and ears. The group of six ATV is parked on the side of a dusty mountain road in Uvita, Costa Rica. We’re on one of our several breaks. ‘Sloth, Daddy, Look.’ She … Continue reading

