Day 43, Penensula Osa

The guys are off in a Lunchera ( ponga or small boat) fishing today. We are close to the world famous Crocodile Bay fishing excursions. Something like $10,000 per person to fish for a few days. Crazy!
Ermila and I walked up town to drop off laundry, and to look for a place to fill our propane bottles. Turns out that they only exchange around here, and the nearest plant to fill is in the middle of the country near San Jose. I knew there was one there, but must have missed that that was it. Should have gone out of our way for it. Al and Ermela had a back up, and are on it, but I talked Jerry out of bringing the little 2 gallon tank. Woops! We are on electric right now, so the problem is delayed awhile.
I was thinking last night we have had the most interesting noises at our campsites (not to be mistaken with campgrounds). Last night we had airplanes until like 7pm, we are at the end of a runway near the beach. This morning the Macaws are arguing like an old couples. They are in the trees everywhere.
Before this we had Mexican music until  2am, trucks crossing the highway bridge with a bang, barking dogs at one spot, Roosters that don't know its' 2:30AM, and Howler monkeys that sound like a scary jungle movie! Just  a little of everything, tis a miracle we have gotten much sleep.  Carol