If I don't do it now, it might not happen at all

So here are some photos.

It does nothing for my search results, but I'm gonna do it anyway. Here's a bunch of pictures with precious little commentary 'cause it's late.




















Idyllic, no?

If it makes you (all 99.9% of you that don't live in the tropics) feel any better, all this idyllic...ness does come at a price, usually exacted in the form of infrastructure.

This (below) happened the day before we got there. This picture was taken two days later, when we left. You can see that passers-by have taken the sensible precaution of installing a daunting barricade of brush and plastic bags to warn all comers of the dangers that lie beneath the (road) surface. Of course, after crossing the bridge and before reaching the next crossroads we did pass an oncoming cement truck, beer truck and jury-rigged gasoline truck with a rag stopper at the top of the tank, which didn't keep the gas from sloshing out at each pothole in the washboard road. We pondered which of those vehicles might attempt to cross and which might seek out an alternate route.

Some guys hanging around the bridge pretty well encapsulated the Costa Rican approach to such events: "Oh, yeah. If you go down there and look you can see that the structure is totally compromised. You can make it across no problem if you keep to the right and go pretty fast."



And then we saw some cows...



And then we stopped at a tourist trap.

Giant ball of string? No self-respecting Costa Rican tourist would settle for a giant ball of string. We demand nothing short of Tyrannosaurus Rex (and 26 other life-sized statues situated along a one-mile trail that we may, one day, explore) in our tourist traps.