Mar 31, 2010
After concluding a nocturnal exercise of sleep the crew of Argo was rousted at the bitter and unholy hour of 6 A.M. With bloodshot eyes and jerking zombie-like motion everyone oozed out of the midships companion way to immediately fall into the breakfast line. By the turn of the next hour dingy rides were well underway. Two vans met us on shore for a fruit focused tour. After a quick stop to procure fresh lunch bread we headed to the first destination. We arrived at what looked to be someone’s backyard and out guides hopped out, ran into the jungle, and emerged with armfuls of exotic fruits. Between gorging ourselves on fruit we visited waterfalls and hot springs, swimming at every chance. Eventually we got back to Argo and ate dinner.