Cachi

Me with Hayley and Kate, my bestest friends in all of Costa Rica. They are pretty darn "good sh--" (censored for my mom), an expression that you really can't translate into Spanish. Excithitching a ride with some truckers; Cachi for the weekend.

Walking, just walking and beauty abounding. Picking the fruits that you've never seen before off the trees and eating them. Water apples, mandarins, green thingys, lemons . . . Garden of Eden. But, with no sign of snakes disguised as temptation. O algo asi.

More beauty
















and more beauty, albeit a muddy river.

















In the midst of all the beauty, we came upon some cute little furry pie cows!













But wait a second. These are not cows. They are bulls. With very large wrinkly testicles. And the brown fuzzy one did not like having his picture taken. I hid behind a tree and stared it down. For even a bull sin horns shalt make a human pancake.

Our campsite, though in the bullpen with 7 or so bulls, did have some barbed wire in between. They did, however, make out with a loaf of bread and a tiki torch. Hayley on top and Eduardo on the bottom, showing off the succulent wild fruit.

The climbing was great! The rock was good with good friction and even though it looks like there are holds everywhere, they are all eslopers, como se dice aqui. It miraculously didn't downpour here, like it does every other day right when I get off of work. Sunny, sunny, sunny, monsoon.






Pupi (what a nickname) leading Caca Vaca.
















This is the very refreshing spring fed pool for our after-climbing pleasure. All in all, a wonderful weekend!