Bug Paradise, a.k.a Casa Maria. Those are two official names of the one superb posada 3.5 hours west of
(This picture and all the others are tiny in here but you can click to see them bigger.)
Also the numerous ponds on the premises were teeming with fish and frogs that made short work of any mosquito larvae so unfortunate as to hatch there. Ha! YES! Numerous other bugs met a grisly end when (attracted by the light) they sneaked into the screen cage teeming with golden orb-weaver spiders.
Gabriele (Gabi) Flauger. Norbert is foremost an entomologist and ecologist but has obvious talents in horticulture and landscape and building architecture. Gabi is business manager, decorator, and master chef. Both are trilingual in Spanish, English, and of course German. Check out their website at www.bugparadise.com. To proceed from the home page, click the language of your choice.
huge aquaria of salt and fresh water fish, a butterfly house, a sociable free flying Amazon parrot, a cute native possum, an impish Capuchin monkey, and two lethargic boa constrictors. The owners also deploy the right attractants of fruit and seeds to bring many flying visitors of the bird and butterfly sort. It was a paradise for Homo sapiens too. There was a small but picturesque swimming pool amidst orchid wrapped trees and dangling bag-like nests of the Crested Oropendolas. The sleeping rooms and the grounds were all maintained with stereotypical German fastidiousness. The feng shui was right on the mark.
Vinnie was inspired and inspiring, definitely a botanist worthy of a Gary Larsen caricature. He is cataloging the native species in
We ended our adventure by going home, which is the way we end all adventures. These last two pictures are at a stop for fruit (mangoes and avocados). A very poor looking mother with a one year old baby came up and asked if I'd like to take her baby's picture. I didn't know what the deal was so I said no. Then I sized her up as truly
needy and found a BsF 10 note in my nearly empty wallet. It's hard to know how much that's worth as both the dollar and the Bolivar race toward worthlessness. I think about $2.75. I gave it to her and she was crossing herself and giving me blessings of gratitude till we rode out of sight. It's cheap to feel generous in a poor country.
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