1 post tagged “puerto viejo”

Another early morning... and the reality that we hadnt stayed in one place for more than a night since El Salvador meant that getting out of bed was incredibly difficult. But today we were heading to the Sloth Sanctury which both mum and I had been looking forward to since before I came to Mexico. We drove for a few hours, and passed Cuaita where the sanctury is. Mum nudged me to take out my earphones and listen to the converstaion. The driver had missed our spot and was talking to the navagator about what to do. The driver said that we would continue down and drop us on the way back up, saying that we would never know. Then the co driver told him to be quiet as I spoke Spanish, but the driver said not to worry and that I had my earphones in. I interupted them and asked what the problem was. Taken aback they had no choice but to confess their mistake. We would have to travel more than an hour and a half further than we should have. I told them they would have to come up with a better solution. They were smart and told us they would drop us at a town so that we could stay there for an hour and they would pick us up on the way back. We did... and it was amazing.

They left us in Puerto Veijo. We wandered lazily around the sandy Carribean streets... stopping to but a coconut which was macheted open in front of us. We walked along Playa Blanco (white beach) named because of its white sand. Children swam in the protected coves...splashing each other, siloetted against the bright sky. Beyond the cove was Playa Negro (black beach)... imaginativly named after its black volcanic sand. There was a shipwreck and people fishing off it. On the back a tree had managed to grow at the back... contrasting the rusty red hull.

We bought ice creams... home made coconut and pumpkin pie ice cream. The nicest I have possibly ever had. Too soon the hour was up and we were back in the van. The diversion had saved us $20 the taxi would have cost for us to get down there.

Finally we arrived at the sloths... coming in through gates fashoned with iron sloths hanging off the tops of the gates.