There are so many good stories that my posts will be too long if I include everything in one, so this is the second half of September 8th...

As if the jungle tours weren't enough for one day, a pod of dolphins decided to follow us home. There were about five of them, all swimming along side our boat. The captain slowed down, and we had a chance to take some great pictures.

We got back to Jinetes de Osa around 2pm and decided to take a hike over to the beach next door called Playa Cocalito, a quick 25 minute walk.

Along the way, Mom, Dad & I all chatted about the incredible trip to Corcovado. We snapped up a few pictures, like this pretty red flower, which I don't know the name of.

We were all pretty tired, and couldn't believe we were going for yet another hike. That's how travel can be sometimes, go go go go, then come home to vacation from your vacation.

We came across this suspension bridge. None of us were sure how old it was, or how sturdy it might be. When we saw some locals crossing it, we figured it was safe enough.

In the middle there is a pretty view of the river looking both directions. We tried to spot some crocodiles, without success. They do live in this river, we just didn't see any.

After the bridge Dad decided to head back & read a book. Can't say that I blame him, since directly after the bridge the hills started. We needed to hike up, then down to the beach, which also meant another hike up & down coming back.

Mom & I decided to trek on, and after a short while it started to lightly rain. I guess this is why they call it a rainforest. We had become accustomed to tucking our cameras under our shirts, to keep them as dry as possible. It worked pretty well, but we constantly battled with lens fog.

There was a nice pathway leading down to the sand, with stepping stones marking the trail. We even hit some steps, which were very useful due to the mud starting to accumulate.

The beach itself was smooth & empty. I saw hardly any footprints in the sand. This would be a great place to spend a day, but it was getting dark, and time to head back.

The rain had picked up considerably, but not what I would call pouring. It was enough, however, to put our cameras into permanent hiding. We made it back to our cabin just before dark, perfect timing, and a perfect way to end a long day.

Needless to say, we all slept like babies that night. Thank goodness, because we would need it for tomorrow's trip out to Caño Island...