Notes From the Jungle - Hakuna Matata - The Circle of Life

I rise on my first day in Manzanillo feelingrecognition.
rejuvenated and deeply alive. Slivers of sunlightNow growing increasingly exasperated, I decide to
reflect off the white mosquito netting surroundingswitch gears and inquire about the possibility of
my bed, and there is a quiet and peaceful stillnessborrowing a cell phone from a hotel staff
in the air. Something has shifted internally for memember. "Hay una persona aqui con un telefono
and the dark blanket of fear has finally lifted. I cancellular?" I inquire, in a pleading tone. The polite
easily sleep another several hours and the idea isyoung receptionist replies in rapid fire Spanish and
tempting, but my eagerness to explore thesethe only phrase I manage to translate is mucho
new surroundings in the light of day propels mearboles; in English this translates to many trees,
from bed and into my khaki shorts and brandand necesitas caminar el calle. Translation: Due to
new tevas. I remember that breakfast is onlythe many trees surrounding the hotel, you need
served until 9AM, so I run towards the open airto walk to the street to access a cell phone signal.
restaurant where I find Jesse smiling brightly, herStrike three for the ignorant gringo. This is
ebony eyes radiating warmth and love. Jesse is inwonderful in theory, particularly for
charge of the restaurant here. She is of Jamaicanhoneymooners in love but not so much for the
descent, born and raised in a small town nearsolitary travel writer. Travel Lesson #3: If you
Limon on the southern Caribbean coast.plan to travel to a remote jungle location on a
There is something magnetic about Jesse; shewriting assignment, anticipate absence of cell
has a rare gift of genuine warmth thatphone signal.
immediately draws people into her spiritualNow it is close to 4PM, and being so close to the
embrace. Jesse speaks English, Patwa, fluentequator I am aware that I have a little over an
Spanish and some conversational French. Herhour remaining before dusk. I locate my new
bright smile and kind demeanor are contagious. Afriends Chantal and Rachel, a delightful mother
full breakfast buffet at the Almonds and Coralsdaughter duo from France. I am relieved to learn
resort includes coffee, orange juice, eggs, freshthat Chantal and Rachel have a cell phone. Chantal
fruit, gallo pinto, , toast, bacon and ham. To myis preparing to embark on a zip line excursion, and
surprise and delight, breakfast and dinner areRachel is happy to accompany me on a ten
included at Almonds and Corals along with aminute walk to el calle, far enough away from los
special evening cocktail. The service is superb andarboles, to (hopefully) obtain a cell phone signal.
the food is satisfying and plentiful.Just as we are preparing to leave Rachel's foot is
After breakfast I settle myself into one of theattacked by fire ants and I must return to my
plush green sofas in the open air restaurant androom to retrieve my emergency supply of
fire up my laptop computer to begin my dailyBenadryl. Ah, the joy of life in the jungle. PURA
writing. What an incredible privilege it is to writeVIDA!!!! I reflect longingly on my peaceful morning
surrounded by such natural splendor in the dense,relaxing in the open air restaurant, gazing out at
moist rainforest and soothing sounds of thethe jungle as I sip my delicious Costa Rican
jungle. My creative juices flow easily here and mycoffee. Several minutes later, Rachel and I head
heart swells with joy and gratitude. Joy at thetowards the main street. On the way we
prospect of nearly five weeks to focus onencounter a young boy holding a very large
nothing but my two greatest passions- travel androdent in one hand and a marijuana cigarette in
writing; gratitude for the opportunity tothe other. Chantal yells down to us from
experience such a special gift of freedom andsomewhere high above the treetops. Seconds
adventure.later she goes careening above our heads,
Unfortunately, my bliss is only short lived on thissuspended in mid-air strapped inside a harness,
first day in Costa Rica. It seems I have forgottenreleasing a high pitched shriek in the process. I'm
two important travel lessons. First, when travelingnot in Kansas anymore, I think to myself, and
through a foreign country, things rarely proceedthen burst into a fit of hysterical laughter.
as planned. Second, when visiting a remote jungleWe arrive at the main street and Rachel's phone
location in a third world country, the concept ofchirps intermittently, alerting us to a dying battery.
time (or lack thereof) differs considerably. SimpleRachel holds her phone up towards the sky and
tasks that you might expect to perform ingazes at me apologetically, as there is still no
several minutes or less, like placing a telephone callsignal and the battery is about to die. Dusk is
or sending an email, can in fact require a full dayrapidly descending upon us and the mosquitoes
or longer to perform, due to a myriad of reasonsare coming out in full force. Feeling defeated, I
such as weak telephone signals, language barriersreturn to the hotel and head towards my room in
and inexplicable power outages.need of a hot shower. Here I encounter an
The things I love the most about such an exoticAmerican woman traveling with her teenage son.
and remote destination are the very same thingsThey are painfully bored at the hotel, and they
I detest. Of course, I do not expect to travel tocannot imagine spending another day in the midst
the same beat here, but the logistical obstacles Iof a rainforest jungle with little to amuse them
face on this first day seemed to border on theaside from a group of howler monkeys. They are
absurd, resulting in part from my own lack ofheaded back to San Jose, and upon listening to
careful logistical planning and in part due to eventsmy story, she nods sympathetically and hands
outside my realm of control.me her pre-paid international calling card.
I am traveling through this country on a writingI race back to my room feeling as if I were just
mission. My goal is to share the spiritual lessons ofhanded the Olympic medal for endurance. I read
my journey with as many folks as possible;the tiny digits on the back of the card and follow
through my Mercury columns, website blog, andthe instructions which indicate to first dial 199, and
the book I intend to write. I arrived here with athen enter the special code number. It takes me
full arsenal of modern technology including a newapproximately 45 seconds to discover that the
laptop computer, Skype capability, blue tooth, andtelephone in my room does not accept
digital camera. I planned to post a daily blog to myinternational calling cards, only personal credit
website depicting my travel adventures,cards. I am beyond incensed as I return to the
accompanied by striking photography. I intendedreception desk to inquire about the nearest phone
to maintain meticulous control over this project.that will accept my international pre-paid calling
Suffice to say, I forgot to research whethercard. The receptionist points to a dilapidated
Almonds and Corals offers Wi-Fi access or celllooking pay phone hiding behind a patch of foliage
phone signals (negative on both counts) and Iin the hotel parking lot. I proceed to the phone
thought the hotel receptionist was just beingand place my hand on the rusty receiver, when I
gracious by allowing me unlimited internet accessnotice swarms of fire ants taking up residence
via the single computer located behind thebeneath my feet. Each ant appears to be carrying
reception desk. When I received la cuenta (the bill)a tiny green object on its back. Morbidly amused,
for my computer time and my face conveyed aI try to decipher whether the tiny object belongs
mixture of shock and disbelief, the receptionistto the animal, mineral or plant family. Wachovia
smiled and pointed to the tiny sign hanging abovesends me into an automated system where I am
her desk. This was the sign that I somehowplaced on hold, classical music blaring in my ear. I
missed, the one that outlined the charges forblurt out a string of obscenities as I dance the fire
internet access. Strike one for the ignorant gringo,ant jig, alternating from one foot to the other as
I thought to myself, and reached for my rapidlythe cluster of ants approach my teva clad feet.
shrinking wallet. Travel lesson#1: If you plan toI recall my lesson about surrender from the prior
travel to a remote jungle location on a writingnight. My first night in Manzanillo I lay alone in the
assignment, carefully research Wi-Fi capability.darkness, enveloped in blackness deeper than
The next dilemma unfolds when I attempt toJesse's soulful eyes. I could barely detect the faint
place a telephone call to the states and theoutline of the mosquito netting billowing wildly
international operator informs me that my visaaround me in the balmy breeze as I listened to
debit card is rejected. Strike two for the ignorantthe sound of the driving tropical rain beating
gringo. The hotel telephone system only acceptsagainst the thatched roof of my bungalow tent
credit cards for placing international calls, even toand howler monkeys calling out in the distance.
toll free numbers like Wachovia customer service.Lying there on the brink of terror, I made a
When I attempt to place a collect call to my bankchoice to surrender to the inevitable. Beyond the
from my hotel room, the operator informs me infear, I found a new appreciation for the incredible
broken English that I cannot place a collect call tolaws of nature and the harmonious balance of the
a toll free number. I return to the reception deskjungle- a three dimensional illustration of the circle
and request permission to use the computer toof life. Today, as I struggle to re-gain my sense
search for a regular contact number for my bank.of control over the world of doing, I nearly forget
The dial-up connection at the hotel operates atthis valuable lesson.
snails pace but I finally locate the number andStanding there pressing the rusty receiver against
attempt to place a collect call to my bank frommy ear, I recall the phrase Hakuna Matata from
the phone at the reception desk. Again, I amthe Lion King, which in essence, means no worries.
informed by the operator in broken English that IA fire ant reaches my big toe. I find myself
must use a credit card. Travel Lesson #2: Notifywondering why it is so important for me to reach
bank prior to leaving the country in order tomy bank today anyway. I have cash in my wallet,
prevent a security block on your debit card.I am not faced with imminent danger, I am safe
I inquire at the reception desk about purchasingand I am not starving. I reflect on the phrase
an international calling card with pre-paid minutes. IHakuna Matata. I remember the jungle and the
am informed that the hotel does not sellcircle of life. I take a deep breath. This is to be
international calling cards. The nearest option is themy mantra here in Costa Rica, as I travel alone
town of Puerto Viejo, located 15 minutes fromthrough the ring of fire- Hakuna Makata; no
the hotel. I do not have a car, and I am tooworries. I guess I have a lot more to learn about
stubborn to take a taxi to the neighboring townthe gift of surrender.
to purchase an international calling card. SurelyLast night as I lay alone in the darkness listening
there must be an easier way to notify my bankto the beat of the rain and the eerie sound of
that it is in fact me attempting to use the card inhowler monkeys calling out in the distance, I
Central America, and not a Columbian drug lord. Iexperienced my introductory lesson on fear
embark on a frantic search for a person with asurfing. Fear surfing is my new term for pushing
cell phone. With no good results, I return to thethrough the fear and looking beyond, to discover
reception area to inquire about how I might reachwhat lies on the other side. I return to my room
a toll free number in the United States. Thefor a hot shower and head straight for the open
receptionist stares at me blankly. "Toll freeair restaurant, where I prepare to spend my
number," I repeat in broken Spanish. "Uno, ocho,second night in the jungle.
zero, zero?" I continue, praying for a glimmer of