On our way back to the city from the Monteverde region, our driver, an ecotour veteran, stopped suddenly on the road after hearing familiar noises.

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新年快樂! I would have photographed the madness that was Chinatown yesterday, but I am still without a camera... or, come to think of it, any training in photography.

Got a flickr account as ironed_orchid suggested; more photos from Costa Rica are forthcoming. Unfortunately, the maximum photo size allowed is 1024 X 768 pixels, and I can only upload 20 MB per month. For those of you who care: Which would you prefer, that I upload more photos at a lower quality or that I upload fewer photos but a higher quality?

So apparently my scrapbook is being held hostage.

( a friendly message from LiveJournalCollapse )

Has it always been that way? I wish I'd read this before spending all those hours uploading, annotating, and organizing photos. I really wanted to show you the cloud forest. Maybe I'll find another service.

Unfortunately, my paid account has expired, so I'll only be able to show in high-quality whatever I managed to upload.


The end of another field trip, a long drive back to Heredia with plenty of time to look at the scenery, watch a movie, write, or daydream... or so we thought. To our surprise, we stopped at a touristy research center with butterfly and frog gardens, crocodiles, and caimans (which I won't show).

After a briefing on the events for our visit, we split into two groups, one for non-Spanish speakers and the other for those proficient in Spanish. I chose the latter group although I wouldn't understand half of what the guides would say.

My group was led into a sweltering, insect-filled forest, where we all rushed to spray and rub on insect repellent as our guide spoke. Outside the frog garden, the guide instructed us to search for frogs by poking through the fallen leaves with pointed sticks. I didn't have much luck.

My soul aches for beauty and the company of trees.

( hummingbird & meCollapse )

Tomorrow I turn 21. Since the poem-writing last year was a flop, I've decided to take you all with me to Costa Rica (minus the sunburn, insect bites, and horrible rashes) as my gift this year. But damn, I should have written the captions in advance. In any case, tomorrow will be all mine for depressive reflection and psychological breakdowns... and inspiration.

Welcome to the Osa Peninsula