Week 3: The Road from Pastyville -- Next Stop Playa de Flamingo

As promised for my innumerable female admirers, here is a snapshot from the Catarata San Luis. The snapshot misses about 80 feet more of waterfall. There was an arcoiris effect from the waterfall interacting with the flash- or else it's a Marian apparition, take your pick.

I'm getting ready to go to Playa de Flamingo (read “the beach“) in the province of Guanacaste on the Pacific coast, donde voy a brocearme un poco más, so I don't frighten anyone with my paleness. Scuba! Surfing! Jellyfish stings! ¡Vistas naturales y tambien esas vistas que están creadas por los cirjuanos plásticos! (Pardon, I can't be helped).

This week was pretty chill in Monte Verde. I went zip-lining again, tarzaning over the jungle canopy, held aloft by a steel cable. The thrill wore off a little on the second run, but it was still fun. I guess part of the adrenaline rush diminishes when you know what to expect, because on the first run I had felt ready to become a paracaidista and jump out of airplanes. The second, I was a little more ho-hum, I only felt like swimming with great white tiburones.

The first time I went with two other students from the school I'm going to, and one ducked out after seeing the first cable. The other woman was fine until we got to the heighest cable, for which you have to go up a steel tower about 150 feet high. She was looking at a support cable, which was practically vertical, and was about to freak out until a minute or two we saw the actual cable was going in the opposite direction, and had a good laugh.

The view on the tower was amazing, because it was situated on the continental divide, where there are fierce winds. It is also in a Cloud Forest, and as the name suggests, we were surrounded by a fog, such that the view resembled a Chinese nature painting of the creation of the world. When you go on that cable, there is only fog ahead of you for a while, like a cable out of nothingness.