Mud and Humidity

It's our last day in La Selva, we are staying here to watch the World Cup game and then heading to San Jose for the night before going to Palo Verde. We are going to miss our city in the jungle (as Pablo calls it, since it's the biggest research station in Costa Rica), but not miss having to watch our gear like hawks so it doesn't get stolen. The list of stolen stuff is huge, we've even had people's laundry stolen. I haven't had anything stolen, but I'm one of a few.
We finally got Pete back, more or less his old self (the fever turned out to just be the flu). This means that we're not going to get to keep Andy Suarez, our fun resource guy who might have stepped in if we needed another leader.
I like to include photos, and I don't have anything fun of my own so I'll put up a photo of the ant boys throwing ants off a bridge. Apparently many ants (and other insects) exhibit directed aerial descent. If you drop them, they won't fall straight down, but rather will angle themselves to the nearest tree branch--or string of sheets that have been safety-pinned together. So that's what they are doing here. It was a fabulous success.