Bromeliad is a word that I didn't know four days ago, but am now using with gay abandon. Ever since noticing out-of-place pineapple heads on a massive guanacaste tree a couple of days back, I've been looking at trees a bit more closely. I was aware that in the tropics trees were their own ecosystem: like a simpleton I'd assumed that this meant the big trees - those trees which reached all the way up to the canopy. Now that I've used my eyes, it turns out that it's all trees; that a privet hedge will be spotted with epiphyte bromeliads; that an orchid will be growing out of a croton's armpit.
Anyway, I'm on the slopes of the Arenal Volcano and it feels like Costa Rica proper. No offence to the cities from the last post or the towns from the journey (Sarchi for oxcarts; Zarcero for bushes - I know you don't care either, it just feels bad to expunge whole towns from the holiday), but this is more what I came for.
Some nature that I've seen so far:
1. A mummy and baby sloth having a scratch at the side of the road.
2. A coral snake wriggling across a pond and into a field.
3. A toucan, singing for us as we soaked in hot springs.
4. A caiman, getting snappy because we were too close to her babies.
5. Two iguanas having a cuddle.
6. An absolute deli-worth of colourful songbirds hanging out on a table round the back of a restaurant.
7. A cane toad.
1. A mummy and baby sloth having a scratch at the side of the road.
2. A coral snake wriggling across a pond and into a field.
3. A toucan, singing for us as we soaked in hot springs.
4. A caiman, getting snappy because we were too close to her babies.
5. Two iguanas having a cuddle.
6. An absolute deli-worth of colourful songbirds hanging out on a table round the back of a restaurant.
7. A cane toad.
All in all, well Costa Rica.
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