Middle-aged flash packers

A very early alarm call saw us arriving at the Monteverde cloud forest at 7am. For the first time in Costa Rica I wore a fleece and a raincoat and it didn’t feel good.
We decided to have a guide as I’m now beginning to believe there are no sloths in Costa Rica and they are mythical beasts, but maybe a guide can help me find one and re-ignite my faith.
Our guide was really only interested in birds and when he told me there were no sloths in the forest but he’d seen one behind the supermarket in town, I’m afraid I went into a deep sulk.
We spent ages hanging around to see a quetzal bird which the guide was very excited about but I was not. We did eventually see it and it was very beautiful but it’s not a bloody SLOTH!
Steve patiently wandered round the forest with me while I moaned on that we might as well be in Wales, and eventually I regained my adultness and we carried on happily with the day. However, if you are a twitcher then come to Monteverde, if not don’t bother and go to Corcovado instead.
The wind here is extraordinary. Apparently it’s always like this at this at this time of year. It rattles and shakes our little cabina like a whirling dervish trying to smash its way in. The first night I thought the windows were going to blow in but I’ve got used to it now.