moses of the jungle

well it has been an interesting week, and that is such an uncontrollable understatement it´s not even funny. The festival de diabilitos was just as amazing and crazy as last year, I would try to describe it but it is really undescribable and i´d need to use my voice and hands to even attemp it. but after the festival we headed to corcovado, martin the guy from maine who is always there told us to walk down the amazing road ( a road in boruca that is mostly unihabited andutiful and running along a mountain ridge) because it leads top the pan american highway. He said we should just ask a borucan to give us a ride to the higway and from there we could could hail the bus. However during the diabilitos fighting before the fie with the drunk machete man, we3 started talking to moses, a local borucan, who was about 40, he told us he had a huge house with a waterfall and lake, an fruit trees, and he had a car and he could take us there... while this was against every rule of safe travel... we ecided it was also not the smartest idea to hith hike, so we figuered whats the diffeence. We asked around, and my host family didnt think he was creepy or bat a eyelash, so we told him we would meet him at 7 am full well knowing that we woul be hit on ruthlessly. he showed up in his dirty led zépplin shirt in a rusty pikup truck, with two other people sidney ( or el sid, the body guard, or micheal jackson, as all of the locals have been calling him), megga ( megans name when prounced ) maris (mari), an myself ( edder) piled into the bak of the pickup truck, an roe on the dirt ridge road for about an hour and a half with all of our bags. The rie was so beautiful I couldnt beleive it, I felt drunk on happyness. My hair was flying in the win while I ate my de abuela muffin and my melecotin juice. when we arrived at moses{s house that i didnt think would exist.... it was exactly as he had described it, in a beautiful mountain range, next to where the river meets the sea, with ten rooms, an outdooor kithen, and suoune by fruit tees. When we got there we introduced ourselves to the kind of sketchy looking guys and moses knocked down three geen cocnuts an cut them open with his machete.We stood around drinking coconut water, and then one of the kittens ame over and started licking megan, he liked her so much he pretty much nursed her han an followe us when mosses took us to see the crocodiles in the river. He informed us that we had missed the 9am bus and the next one was at 5 so we would have to stay for the day.We were all kind of bummed about this but ha we know what was in store for us i ont think anyone would have had any problems. Moses asked us if we wanted to go on a hike, we said yes and nervously took our money and passports with us. He told us we could hike to see the borucan grave yard with the large spheres of stone. We starte on the hike, one not meant for wimps around 10am, the first stretch was so steep that is was almost hand over foot hiking in hot sun, but we were well fed an hidrated because moses kept piking us fruit, we tied cacao seeds ( what chocolate is mae from) we has at least three types of citrus, an some cas, an star fruit, as the hike got going it got increasingly mote rediculous, soon we were in the middle of the jungle avoiing bullet ants an using fines to brae ourselves as we traversed the terain, I felt like an il equipe jane of the jungle, but it was so amazing. When we reached the borucan graveyard they told us to wait for them, and isapeared for about 5 minutes in the jungle, an this point we all joke that we had broken every rule the travel medicine lay ha talked about, hiling in open toe shoes, drinking the water, eating fruit without thick peels, not wearing 50 percent eet bugspray, and the whole following strangers thing, they ame back though ( we figured out that they had to pray to their gos and i remembere that non borucans are not allowed to see it) they brought us bak small round spheres of stone, and then we kept walking and were told to slide down the slope an then go uner the barbed wire, afte another hour or so we reahed a natural waterfall surouned by cedars, an blue morpho butterflies, the walk was absolutely amazing, when we got back we were greated with homemae plantain chips, beans an pork, coffee an ecuadorian tea. we sat with moses fo a bit an then he took us to go swimming ( with the crocodiles) and kyacking, at which point he asked maris if he was to old for her to marry him, and she said yes he was to old... we got changed and then went with him to a shack where we would hail the bus, we caught the bus and rode it at sunset to ´puerto jimenez. We tried to get the bus thismorning to corocvado but missed the only bus which leaves at 6am, so i spent the day on the beach with maris looking at wild parrots and toucans. tomoow we will go to corcovao, which national geographic says has one of the highest biodiversity rates in the world, then its off to puerto viejo e limon, to stay on the black sand beach in hammoks, tents or tree houses, and then to limon, and possibly la fortuna to see the volcano an swim in hot springs, an then back to sanjose... to send sidney and maris off after they fling them selves into the air bungee jumping... more on this later. ok I have probobly used all my money on internet.. so im gonna go... oh! and this keyboard is awful so excuse the spelling and have some fun spanish charachters¿¿¿¿`ñññññ