About one ago, I said goodbye to my new friends and the turtles of Punta Banco. Leaving was bittersweet. I wasn’t ready to leave my small town, but I knew that my next destination to Manuel Antonio with my Dad and Step mom, Anne was going to be great.
Two days before I left Punta Banco, I started to get a fever and spent the night with a bowl next to my bed. As time went on, my queasy stomach persisted along with my high temperature. A few body aches and headaches jumped the train too. I was not in the condition to travel all day by bus but I had to. Thankfully my good friend from Punta Banco, Jose came with me because I would have never made it alone. After starting my journey to Manuel Antonio at 5am, taking five buses and three taxis, I made it to my hotel by 6pm.
The first bus I was on got stuck in the mud trying to pass two abandoned logging trucks. After all the locals and I all got off the bus for about 30 minutes waiting to see if this bus was going to make it, we did exactly what the truck drivers did, we abandoned our bus and hopped on the vacant one that was conveniently there to pick us up. Never have I seen anything like this before. We just left the bus stuck there in the middle of the road behind the trucks!
Once I was at the hotel, I was tired, cold and wet from the rain and my long day of not feeling well. I was so happy to take a hot shower, I almost began to cry. The hotel room is beautiful and pretty much opposite of what my living conditions were like in Punta Banco. Here I have a hot shower, a bed that doesn’t smell like mildew and I can flush the toilet paper down the toilet! But don’t get me wrong, I really did like Punta Banco.
It was so great to see my parents. There is just something about seeing loved ones when you haven’t seen anybody you know well after some time. We spent our first day just hanging around the pool, getting groceries and laundry done. All of my clothes had a strong pungent smell of mold and must. Never have I appreciated the washer and dryer so much in my life.
Since I was still feeling sick and getting worse, we went to doctor the next day. After my doctor visit and some blood work it was decided 100% that I have Dengue Fever! And to top it off, a chronic ear infection. Thank you Costa Rica! Well, I had Dengue Fever for about eight days and I survived to tell the story. Much of my past eight days were a blur, but I clearly remember the grape juice, soda water and bland crackers I was force fed all the while being hopped up on Tylex (Tylenol). As much as I wished my head didn’t pound and my stomach didn’t refusing everything, it’s was best week for this to happen, when my Dad and Anne are here to take care of me. It’s amazing how those things work out sometimes. I am really being protected down here if you know what I mean.
Today was my first day exploring past the pool and putting my toes in the powder sand beach. It feels so good to walk around again.
There are monkeys, sloths and iguanas all over the place here. We had one White Face monkey walk across our deck railing this morning about 10 feet from us.
Tomorrow morning I am taking a bus to Uvita to work at the eco-lodge. All I know is that it’s a rustic style lodge on the beach and it’s calling my name.
Until then, keep me in your prayers!
Hasta Luego,
Rachel
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