The Beach, Part 2 Or I Saw the Monkey

After a great afternoon swimming on our own private beach, we hiked back thru the mud and the jungle to where we had left the cars. The last few yards before we reached the trail head were flat, and in the gathering dusk, I saw a man coming towards us, pushing a baby in a stroller, headed into the jungle. I have no idea how far he thought he could go before he would be packing the whole thing on his back.

We drove back to town, and at one point we stopped the car by the side of the road to watch the monkeys leaping in the tree tops Dozens of little monkeys climbing in the branches, swaying at the end of a limb until they would make the leap onto the next branch. Never, ever did I think I would see such a sight.

We had dinner, wet and sandy, at an outdoor restaurant, and then headed back to the hotel

As soon as we got back to our cabins, the word went out that we were getting cleaned up and going into the little beach town for shopping and some night life. Why did I ever think that after all day hiking swimming and eating until 8:00, anyone would be tired? I must be getting old.

Anyway, back we went at 10:00 to the tiny little beach town that was hopping with music on every corner. The wierd thing was that as you walked down the street, you could hear the music directly in front of you, but in the next block, all you could hear was the music in that block.. You'd think they'd all meld.

There was a bonfire on the beach and lots of people dancing in the warm night air under a full moon. Sigh. The life of a chaperone.