Written by Emily

10th April

Today we left Gandoca and the turtles to their own devices. It was a solemn goodbye, made all the more so by the faint, England-esque drizzle that was gracing the jungle with its presence that morning.

The journey back was smooth and uneventful, something we haven´t come to expect in Costa Rica, but soon enough, Rach and i found ourselves locked in the bathroom of Hostel Bekuo having this conversation-

Rachel-´Bloody hell, that receptionist was a bit unecessarily annoyed wasn´t he?´
Me-´Yeah, totally, i mean we cruise into his hostel with two massive bags of stinkin´jungle crap, not making any effort at all to speak his native language, demanding discounts because of weird, british identity cards that he´s never heard of, getting irrtated when he doesn´t know the correct spelling of the obscure and unknown Englsih village of Farnham, and then we´ve locked ourselves in one of only two bathrooms in the hostel already for a good half hour, and aren´t planning on coming out any time soon. Yeah, he´s being completely unreasonable.´

Once we had eventually washed ourselves in an amazing HOT shower, we met up with Elias who had come back at the same time, but had been lucky enough to nab himself a room and the highly sought-after Casa Yoses, and headed, wholeheartedly to the mall. Once there, we gorged ourselves into oblivion on a plethora of fast-food products, and then monged out in front of a film in the mall cinema. It was mega good times for us all.