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Bob and I celebrated our
twenty-five year anniversary with a trip to beautiful Costa Rica. by Gina Ames |
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Wednesday, December 28th We drove south down the coast in the early morning to the town of Quepos where we found the sunny beach of Playa Manuel Antonio; it was filled with people laying in the sun or swimming in the turquoise waters. It was fun to watch the pelicans playing on the rocks. |
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![]() Quepos Street |
![]() Playa Manuel Antonio |
![]() Coconut Seller |
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| We took a guided tour of Manuel Antonio National Park, a protected marine and rainforest environment. We saw lots of iguana, a momma sloth with her baby, and plenty of colorful birds. The beautiful heliconia plants were abundant and an occasional Blue Morpho butterfly could be seen. We continued our drive down the coast, enjoying the beauty of the tropical Pacific coast. | ||
![]() Juvenile Iguana |
![]() Large Iguana |
![]() 3-Toed Sloth |
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![]() Wild Heliconia |
![]() Blue Morpho Butterfly |
![]() Playa Tortuga |
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| We continued south and in the late afternoon arrived in the small fishing town of Sierpe. We met a friend that Bob had made on a previous trip, Pablo Chavez, who runs the Hotel Oleaje Sereno. Pablo welcomed us to his hotel and restaurante. As the sun was setting, he took us down the Rio Sierpe in his boat where a crocodile swam past us. It was cool! American Crocodiles average eight to nine feet in length. | ||
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| We spotted four turtles (or tortugas) on a log near the river bank, but as we floated closer they dropped one by one into the water. As we floated down the river Bob and Pablo tried unsuccessfully to catch some Red Snapper. Pablo maneuvered his craft into some small backwater tributaries where we saw some amazing jungle habitat, including trees with really unusual root systems. | ||
![]() Turtle |
![]() Fishing the Sierpe |
![]() Cool Tree Roots |
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Saturday, December 31st We found our car using the light from Bob's iphone, left the humid Osa, and returned to the highlands. As the darkness lessened we came to a restaurant perched upon a ridge. No one was around, but there before us was one of the most beautiful sites I thought I had ever seen: a small sink and a restroom! While I took a makeshift bath and washed my hair, Bob discovered that the place was surrounded by tropical gardens. The land dropped away on both sides of the road and as the sun came up, the views in all directions were breathtaking. We sat on a tiled patio and watched Toucans eating papaya in the trees, many butterflies frolicking among the flowers, and some beautiful Scarlet Macaws flew past. The owner showed up, welcomed us warmly (in good Costa Rican style), and made us our favorite cafe' con leche'. Life was good! Or, as the Ticos and Ticas say: Pura Vida! We continued our journey north, heading to our destination of Santa Elena and Monteverde. On the way up the coast we came to a high bridge with crowds of people looking down. We decided to investigate and discovered a large bask of crocodiles on the sandbars below. They were almost motionless until a fellow watcher dropped a large chunk of fish into their midst. When the fish hit the sandbar the crocs exploded into action. It was scary and thrilling all at once! The guy dropped a few more fish pieces and the crocs were on them like greased lightening. The guard rails on the bridge came only to just above our knees and all I could think of was: don't fall off this bridge! |
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![]() Tropical Garden Paradise |
![]() Tucan |
![]() Crocs at the Bridge |
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| Santa Elena is a town crowded into the high peaks just below Monteverde, a 4,700 foot high cloud forest reserve. Bob had visited Monteverde on his last trip and was eager to see once again the world's most elusive and beautiful bird: the Resplendent Quetzal. Unfortunately, we both were rapidly coming down with a cold and fever. So, we checked into the beautiful Hotel Fonda Vela and after the humid discomfort of our previous night, the large, air conditioned room was a wonderful sight. We went to dinner at the hotel restaurant's elegant fireside room. To our delight we were the only ones there for most of our meal; our dinner was served by several attentive waiters. The food was excellent and the wine delicious. It was a marvelous New Year's Eve! | ||
![]() Near Santa Elena |
![]() At Fonda Vela |
![]() New Year's Eve Dinner |
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Sunday, January 1st We woke up with stuffy heads and fevered bodies, but gamely set out to explore the Monteverde cloud forest. The wind was blowing hard and most of the birds were nowhere to be seen. We did see a Kinkajou (a nocturnal mammal and a distant relative of the raccoon) and a Blue Crowned Motmot from our hotel parking lot. In the cloud forest we saw wild deer, a Slate-throated Redstart, and a pudgy purple-toned bird called a Black-faced Solitaire. We were delighted with the humming bird gardens near our hotel. There were several feeders all filled with these tiny colorful birds. |
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![]() Blue Crowned Motmot |
![]() Slate-throated Redstart |
![]() Black-faced Solitaire |
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![]() Above the Canopy |
![]() A High Foot Bridge. |
![]() Wild Impatients |
| ..We were growing sicker by the minute so we left the cloud forest and drove into Santa Elena where we purchased some cold medicine. In Costa Rica, over-the-counter medicine may be much stronger that what is available without a prescription in the States. We had lunch at the Tree House Restaurant in a dining area built amid the branches of a huge fig tree. We returned to Fonda Vela, crawled into bed, took our powerful pills, and slept on and off for about sixteen hours in our lovely room. | ||
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Monday, January 2nd Our long rest had done us some good, so we headed out of Santa Elena and north to Laguna Arenal. We passed many coffee plantations and saw typical above-ground cemeteries with their tiled graves. We stopped at the Sunset Grill in Nuevo Arenal and met a couple of the many US expatriates who have settled in this beautiful lake area. After speaking Spanish for almost a week it was nice to talk in English! |
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![]() Coffee Plantation |
![]() Typical Cemetery |
![]() Sunset Grill |
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| We were on our way again, heading to Los Chiles to stay with another of Bob's friends, Oscar. Along the way we spotted a Coatimundi (another member of the raccoon family) and Volcan Arenal (one of many active volcanoes). Tropical flowers grew everywhere and the landscape looked like a gorgeous park. | ||
![]() Coatimundi |
![]() Volcan Arenal |
![]() Heliconia Restaurant |
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| We arrived in Los Chiles in the late afternoon. Los Chiles is mid-way between the Atlantic and the Pacific just a few miles from the Nicaraguan border. Oscar Fernando Rojas Esquivel made us warmly welcome at the Heliconia Tours and Restaurant close to the Rio Frio. We had a good dinner and were offered a small room for the night at a nearby location. We enjoyed a good night's sleep. | ||
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Wednesday, January 4th We left Liberia early and headed north again. We had passed Santa Rosa National Park the previous evening and didn't want to miss seeing the dry tropical forest, so very different than the rest of the country. We saw some cool birds, but we were thrilled to see some of the parks elusive Capuchin (or white faced) Monkeys. We saw only two of them at separate times, both alone in the trees. |
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![]() Magpie Jay |
![]() Capuchin Monkey |
![]() Magpie Jay |
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| The road to the furthest point of Santa Rosa leads to Playa Blanca; it was one of the worst roads we had encountered. It was amazing that our little car made it to the end, but the beautiful park was worth the bumpy ride. The Iguanas were huge and plentiful. | ||
![]() Iguana |
![]() Juvenile White Ibis |
![]() Another Iguana |
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Neither one of us had ever
been to the Peninsula de Nicoya so we headed south. This region is about
three times as large as the Osa and densely populated. We were told that
the Playa Tamarindo was a very popular beach, so we decided to head in that
direction. Along the way we spotted a troop of howlers
crossing the busy road on power lines. The females and juveniles went
first, followed by the alpha male. He was not happy when we got out of the
car to take photos. I was worried that the monkeys would be electrocuted,
but a local told us that the wires are insulated to prevent this from
happening.
Tamarindo was packed with tourists and we ended up in a big traffic jam. We decided that the crowds were not worth our time and we headed out of town to find a nice place for dinner. In Costa Rica, many of the roadside places serve a "typical meal" that is both healthy and delicious. It is usually fish, chicken, or beef with a salad, some rice and beans, plenty of vegetables, and often a banana fritter. In our entire time in the country we had no digestive concerns with the food we ate. However, we were careful to drink bottled water at all times. As it grew dark we found an inexpensive motel (cabina) in Limonal to spend the night. |
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![]() Howlers on the Lines |
![]() Crowded Tamarindo |
![]() A Roadside Diner |
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Thursday, January 5th I wanted to see Costa Rica's Caribbean coast, so against Bob's advice to skip it, we drove over the central mountain range to the Atlantic side. The area was flooded with the constant rain and the jam-packed toll highway was not a pleasant drive. My first glimpse of the Atlantic Ocean was in Limon, a busy, gritty port town filled with miles of shipping containers and processing facilities. We drove several miles south from Limon down the Atlantic coast road, but the cold and rain was not appealing. |
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![]() Flooded Caribbean |
![]() Streets of Limon |
![]() Shipping Containers |
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![]() Ground Doves |
![]() At the Atlantic |
![]() A Hawk? or Falcon? |
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I had to admit that Bob was
right; the Caribbean side of Costa Rica was not so delightful, but I had
at least stuck my finger in the chilly Atlantic, so I now had two oceans
under my belt. We headed back into the mountains, but turned south at
Siquirres to follow the twisting turns of the central highland highway. We
found that the chilly wet weather had followed us into the mountains, but we didn't mind
(we're from the Pacific Northwest, after all). We drove past many highland coffee plantations and
an occasional small city. It was so nice to have a
navigation system that more or less kept us on track as we maneuvered
through the chaotic unmarked city
streets.
We drove for hours in the rain and we were growing tired and grumpy when we came to the Los Quetzales National Park in the Talamanca mountains and found the Mirador de Quetzales hotel. A hotel about Quetzales! We turned down a muddy track and came to a lovely lodge with beautiful little cabins. We rented one, had a nice dinner, and went to bed in the chilly cabina with its fantastic view. |
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![]() The Central Highlands |
![]() Unknown Ruins |
![]() Mirador de Quetzales |