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If getting to Corcovado was half the fun of being there, I can certainly say that leaving did not make up any part of the other half.
During the last night, the rains came down in full force, making it too loud to sleep, and too wet to enjoy the boat ride back to civilization. The ride was "Scotland wet", with cold rain pelting into our faces, and our uncovered legs shivering from the icy winds. By the time we got to Sierpe, we were drenched from head to toe, but the last four days left every single piece of our clothing wet and smelling of mildew, giving us little choice but to taxi to Palmar Sur and fly back to San Jose in our sodden outfits. I could only ask myself, over and over, "How much more wet could we be?", and the answer was, "None...none more wet."
But I'm sure that these memories will be quickly forgotten. I will most likely look back at this as the time when I survived four days in the rain, and without any kind of connection to the electronic world. I will also remember the kindness and generosity of our hosts, Carlos and Fernando; the sweet and charming personality of Etta; and the beautifully majestic scarlet macaws flying over us.
But most of all, I'll remember the hot shower we took as soon as we returned to San Jose. Four days without electricity is one thing; four days without a hot shower...let's be real.
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