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Rebecca Romanelli's avatar

A travel buddy and I were wending our way down to South America in 1976, when we came upon Playa Tamarindo in Costa Rica. There were no tourists or hotels at that time and few nomads knew about this exquisite beach. We decided to camp out on the far end of the beach since we had everything we needed--mosquito nets that slipped over our hammocks, sleeping bags, cooking equipment etc. We were in paradise and stayed five weeks. We gradually became accustomed to a pack of howler monkeys that visited us bright and early each morning. No chance of sleeping in. I think we may have pissed them off with our overstay. The last few days a mom came very close to us with her baby riding on her back. The last morning, mom threw her baby on top of my mosquito net and he almost dropped onto my face. The baby howled and scrambled to get off of me and the rest of the tribe seemed to be laughing. We got the message, packed up and headed south. Loud is an understatement of the howlers but we loved them anyway. Great story!! 🐒🙉🌎🙏

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Janice Anne Wheeler's avatar

You two are great and very real. Loving my tour of Panama! I went to a Howler Monkey Preserve near Mayan Ruin Cobá on the Yucatan peninsula. It was an incredible experience. And if you ever get to that region, I highly recommend it, although all of those places are developing quickly. How long can Americans stay in Panama?

Thanks as always for being my beacon to cruising joy. ~J

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