We Were Zulu 2

Inspired by his journey on The Costa Rica Trek, Michael Michael tells us the highs and lows in stanzas.

It was in Cimarrones where our journey began

On a river bank, where our tents hang

And in a community centre we did play

Nerves on edge, for trek commenced the next day

The adventure underway, to our first destination

So we head South for the Ranger Station

20 K down, 260 to go

Zulu 2 soon make way for green green grow

Into the belly of the beast we do enter

Armed with packs, poles and the spirit of adventure

With our guide we navigate jungle terrain

Making sure the trees, rivers and vines knew our name

We depart the rain forest on a tough day indeed

But make it out as one, with Oliver our lead

For soon was a welcome reunion with road

And a visit from fieldbase to top up our rucksacks load

The Zulus lace up their boots and don backpacks again

Fortune in Silenco, to find us a good samaritan

Awake on the hard tile floor, 

accompanied with sunshine we bear South West

Where we debate where to stay, 

community centre or camp site, 

what would be best?

Arise to find the PMs MIA

Yet faster than them, we do find our way

So we discover accomodation in a tranquil sugar mill

Who knew trek could be such a sweet deal?

The view changes to forest scenery

As we have lunch on the banks of Rio Grande De Orosi

Graced in Purisil by a fieldbase visit

Halfway through the trek, the sky's our limit

On day 10, following pylons and pylons

With the strength of bears and courage of lions

For the next day, the challenge would step up a gear

Zulu 2 tackle every obstacle in our path without doubt of fear

Thus 13 treckers on the Pan American Highway,

As Mack trucks speed past, the Zulu's pray and pray,

Armed with hope , love and simply a smile

Zulu 2 conquers the road, mile by mile

The team rendezvous with Bravo 3, for the last time

With dreams of beer, gin, vodka, lemon and lime

All of the Zulu nation on the wagon

We climb to 3000 Ft up “Cerro Dragon”

And so we head South, through a desolate valley

Pounding our feet on the road's surface, in the name of Raleigh

On day 16 we overcome many a land slide

The penultimate day of treking mountains and rivers, far and wide

So Zulu 2 make for the Ocean Pacific,

Singing along to every songs lyric

Simultaneously our feet touch on the sand of Playo Palo Seco Beach

All of our dreams and fantasies within our reach

So ends the tale of the Zulu's who

Whenever questioned, would say, WE WERE ZULU 2!

By Michael Michael