After an abortive couple of days trying to get ourselves sorted in the west/north of panama, we decided feck this (for a game of soldiers) and crossed the border to costa rica. The plan was diving (the visibility is rubbish and the operators cowboys) and turtles (they don't nest on a Sunday apparently), so the end result was beer at 9:30am and a border crossing straight out of Stand By Me. With no guidebook and less of a clue we managed to track down the sleepy stoned town of Cahuita, and the rather brilliant German Willy - all obvious jokes aside from the Irish thank you. The West Indies influence makes it... "tahn ze fachink radio doon mon".
Thanks to German Willy we are spending tomorrow evening on a beach with Leatherback Turtles. Deb is beside herself with excitement, and i'm hoping they have some good ganga. Photos up now as well.
As you were. Liam have you played football yet?