{"id":1979,"date":"2021-10-01T15:54:19","date_gmt":"2021-10-01T02:54:19","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.backpackerswanderlust.com\/?p=1979"},"modified":"2024-10-08T21:14:50","modified_gmt":"2024-10-08T08:14:50","slug":"one-week-volunteering-completed","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.backpackerswanderlust.com\/one-week-volunteering-completed\/","title":{"rendered":"First Week Volunteering Completed- Ostional, Costa Rica"},"content":{"rendered":"\nI literally just want to chop my feet off- I think it would be less pain. Though, at the station Wade hooks me up with some tape and I suss out some antiseptic cream<\/strong>. At ten o\u2019clock is a discussion lead by volunteer Jacqui in the Cabana. Here in Ostional<\/a> the locals harvest the turtle<\/strong> eggs for consumption<\/strong> claiming it is a sustainable practice<\/em>. Though, this theory is based on twenty year old research. Since then the turtle population has been seriously diminishing<\/strong>, all whilst the turtle egg consumption has been rising<\/strong>. Everyone in our volunteering<\/a> group has fairly similar opinions, being like minded people conscious of the environment.\n

\"Ostional,<\/p>\n

I was meant to have a hatchery shift today. Though, due to the state of my feet I stayed back at the station and recovered. The afternoon was spent laying around eating ice cream<\/strong> and dreaming about the luxuries of home<\/strong>, such as chai lattes. This got me\u00a0thinking about tomato sauce so I rushed down to the local corner store and grabbed a bottle of \u2018sala de tomatoee\u2019<\/strong> and a bag of corn chips<\/strong>. Desperate times call for desperate measures.<\/em> \"Ostional, <\/p>\n

That evening I had another hatchery shift with my roommate Yan. I slowly hobbled there with my feet taped up<\/strong> trying to avoid getting more sand in my blisters. Thirty minutes into the shift we had black turtle babies<\/strong>– fifty six to be exact<\/strong>, extremely cute<\/em>. They were released at midnight under the bright moon<\/strong>. It is official; I am a professional turtle whisperer. They always seem to hatch on my shifts.<\/p>\n

\"Ostional,<\/p>\n\n

The next day. . .<\/h2>\n

It has definitely become a norm for me to wake to roosters and dogs yapping away<\/strong> or my host mother singing outside our door<\/strong>. A breakfast of pancakes is\u00a0served. After the previous discussions on the turtle egg consumption and learning our host mother is one of the main organisers, we can\u2019t help but wonder if our breakfast contains turtle eggs<\/strong>. I seriously can\u2019t wait until I am back in NZ and don\u2019t have to worry about that<\/em>. In an attempt to charge my phone I discover the power has gone off. Got to love thirty eight degree weather with no fan.<\/strong><\/p>\n

There always seems to be a cooler breeze at the station<\/strong> so I head there and meet up with the rest of the group. With no internet and no power<\/strong> we are left to entertain ourselves with numerous card games. Lunch at home was a big meal of plantains, rice and zucchini.<\/strong> Unfortunately, I found out the this is the last of the plantains #heartbroken. Supposingly we had gone through about 25 plantains each over the past week.<\/em><\/p>\n

\"Ostional,<\/p>\n

Craving ice cream<\/strong> but the local corner store being closed I head back to the station to roast in the heat. It was definitely time for a swim. The water is so incredibly salty and wavy<\/strong>, especially after regularly swimming in a lake from back home in New Zealand<\/em>. Due to the massive blister holes in my feet I decide it is appropriate to swim with two pairs of socks<\/strong> on to avoid getting sand in my wounds, which surprisingly worked.<\/p>\n\"Ostional,\n

Back at the station I am greeted by lobster looking friends, all sun burned to the nines<\/strong>, as well as power and internet. Everyone was busy checking social media after suffering serious<\/em> withdrawals. It seems like an appropriate time to work on my blog. Though, not complete I put a small dent into the amount of work left.<\/p>\n

\"Ostional,<\/p>\n

I head back to my second home, the station<\/strong>, later that night. Though, with the moon covering the clouds<\/strong> it becomes an exciting game of don\u2019t trip on a rock, and praying I don\u2019t run into my first snake<\/strong>. After a slow walk I eventually reach the station greeted by some of the group. We chill around for a bit until a loud noise captures our attention<\/strong>. A giant cricket<\/strong> literally the size of my hand starts flying around. People immediately freak out<\/em>. Wade being a good person attempts to capture the intruder, only to have it fly into his face<\/strong>.<\/p>\n\"Ostional,\n

I am traveling through Costa Rica<\/a> with a volunteer program called International Student Volunteers. Although they are no longer operating, another option, if you are wanting to volunteer abroad with sea turtles, is Maximo Nivel<\/a>.<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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