Luckily in this Spanish-speaking country the string of expletives spewing out of my mouth at this point were not "dirty words" per se.
Cathy gets right with God before plunging toward certain doom.
Yoi!
This is not a soap opera flashback. This photo marks the beginning of the Camera Got Wet Era.
Heyyyy! Nobody bothered to tell me how my face looks right now! Heyyyy!
The camera being wet makes me very, very sad.
The camera dried out overnight!!! Woo!
This is possibly my favorite piece of traffic signage ever. Cars drive on the Esterillos Este airstrip with impunity since it is probably the widest, flattest pavement in the whole hamlet. So the stop sign perpendicular to the airstrip / street says "Stop if there are cars coming. Or planes. Whichever."
Esterillos Este, hub of the West.
This photo marks the end of the Pre-Sunburn Era.
The back yard of the Hotel Pelicano, where life is very, very hard.
Owen ponders the view from the 2nd-floor balcony of the Hotel Pelicano in Esterillos Este.
Cathy and the namesake of the Hotel Pelicano.
This immature pineapple tree produced very very tiny pineapples.
A grim landscape of hammock and tears at the Hotel Tucan in Uvita.
Nameless, faceless American tourist passed out at the bar at 7 AM. What an embarrassment.
What can you say. Disgrace disgrace disgrace.
Map of the Uvita area painted on the wall of the Hotel Tucan. Let's hope they don't re-route the roads or anything.
Free the internet!!! FREE THE INTERNET!!!
What did this drainage pipe do to hurt anybody? Huh?