Written by Emily 31st March, 1st April, 2nd April The morning after the first patrol saw Rach and I jolted violently awake by the sound of about 6000 howler monkeys screaming at each other, after very little sleep, feeling rank, skank and damp and highly entangled in our voluminous mosquito nets. The first words i heard from Rach that morning, were a detailed reccount of the first of many dreams of pure insanity that would plague her Gandoca nights for the full...

Written by Emily 30 March continued...(cool) After an angered and panicked conversation as to how the hell we were ever to show our faces outside the shed again, Rach and i decided to make the best of a bad situation, and so headed cautiously over to dinner in the vain hope that we would not have to sit, surrounded by a fog of anxiety on a lonley table. Dinner was rice and beans, something that would become pretty much the main feature of our lives as the days ...

Written by Emily Ok guys, i know you are all suffering from extreme blog withdrawal symptoms and have been sitting with clawed hands and red eyes by your computers for the past ten days, hungering for more tales of our Costa Rican antics (either that or you are just continuing to live your lives as usual), but here is the first of a plethora of stories and recounts from our time saving turtles at Gandoca beach. Strap yourselves in. 30th March After an early st...

Written by Emily Guys, if you thought the last blog was bad, just you wait for this one. *Emily and Rachel are hanging out in the hostel kitchen, eating a breakfast of fermented pinapple and malaria tablets. In walks a crazy character whom they have often seen cruising around. He is an exteremely old, wizened and spindily man, dressed all in white. He usually sports a peculiar green floppy hat, a la the seven dwarfs, but it is absent today.* Wizened man-'Hey, ...

Written by Emily This is blog documents the second day of our trip, or as i have renamed it 'honestly the most unbelievably unfortunate and ridiculous day of my sweet sweet life'. The start of the day was fairly uneventful, involving just lazing around, searching in mouldering cupboards for breakfast and plates without dead bugs hanging around in them, and stalking down facebook accounts. The trouble began when we foolishly decided to go out to buy some food. I...