My father and I decided agianst sportfishing. Instead we did a whitewater rafting/Manuel Antonio National Park tour. I'm ususlly not one to do the whole "tour" thing, but this one turned out splendidly! An enourmous van filled with our guides, a few floridians, some virginians, and a woman from L.A. picked us up at our hotel room at 7 o'clock sharp to haul us up to the river rapids. The tour provided us with a scrumptious little breakfast of piña and toast and then it was off agian, up the bumpy dirt road to where we would begin our voyage. A quick intro to rafting was all the prep we needed. Flying down the river, amidst the luscious rainforest was thrilling. I was beaming the whole way down (mostly from laughing at my dad who kept trying to scientifically figure out how the "coxwaine" figure in the stern could get us stuck under a rapid so that the boat would fill with water and get him all wet). Our van was waiting for us at the end of the river to take us to Manuel Antonio around noon. We feasted at the place where they store the boats and then set out agian, through Quepos and into Manuel Antonio National Park. The park was beautiful. White sand beaches with thousands of herimit crabs scurrying about, iguanas basking in patches of sunlight squeezing in through the canopy, and monkeys making love in a tree (Ms. Maxwell's: "saaaaaayy...MONKEY SEX!"). There were sloths and butterflies and bright rainforest lizards as well. We arrived home around 5 because there was a traffic jam on the road back to Jaco. Tractors were working to remove a semi from a gorge next to the road. DONT DRIVE DRUNK!
