Our small cabin in the settlement just outside the park was extremely humid and sticky, but it did feature a little fan, that made it a bit more livable. After a bit of a rest, we began to explore the area. We walked along the beach along the shore of the Pacific and came to the shallow river draining into estuary, where you had to wade across to be in Manuel Antonio Park. It certainly felt like a unique entrance to a park (Photo Below). We didn’t enter, saving the exploring for the following day.
In our walk, we did begin to see a lot of exotic birds. We spotted the local variety of Nuthatch, flitting around in a thicket, but unlike our Robson Valley species, this one had white and black stripes and a rust-colored back. We also spotted a pelican and a Frigate bird flying along the Pacific shoreline.
By 7:30, we were exhausted enough to go to bed to read. Our little cabin featured no media or other distractions. When we finally turned off the light, the sound of crickets and frogs, began to be drowned out by loud rock and roll from a disco or some other nightspot not far away.
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