Day 7- Grim up North

Following our night patrols, we were blessed with a lye in until 8am. Our luck continued as we went down to breakfast to find fried eggs on bread. We had another chilled morning in order to recuperate from last night and continued on our quest to complete every crossword arrowword we had. After a plantain fritter dinner,  we took a boat wih Biscuit Moguel, Ida and Mario over to south station. A sighting of a caiman made the risk of death-by-croc (no, not Becca's show - shout out to Janice) a bit more real.

When we arrived at South station we couldnt believe our eyes. No lagoons blocked our path, the hammocks were dry and it even had a shop. What is this paradise?  Yet again, the resident Jaguar failed to make an appearance as we went on another patrol.  On the walk back to South station, our eyes were opened to the brutality of nature in action. You could say we had an eggducation...
Biscuit Miguel found a nest of unhatched, dead turtle eggs in various stages of turtle development.  The cracking of the eggs one by one, and the yolky mess that slimed out made our breakfast eggs seem a lot less appetising.  The luxury of South station was realised further when we saw peppermint tea (unheard of at North). We gutted the shop (all for a good cause - the Pacuare charity). As we left South we came to the realisation that we had learnt to love the North station, in all its grimness.  To nobody's surprise it rained on the boat ride back t'North. As per usual spirits were lifted through song and even Biscuit Miguel joined on this time. It turns out that his guilty pleasures were Frozen and Abba (particularly Mamma Mia), although he was also partial to a bit of Oasis.
Back at t'North station we had tea and began the 'Big Packing Challenge' to the ever present smell of damp still reeking from the clothes we had 'washed'.  We departed to our cabins amd flomped into bed at 7:30pm; the earliest time we've gone since the age of five.

Adios amigos.
Team Costa Rica x x x