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Tiny beach-fleas

We had a bit of a disruptive nights sleep, with a car alarm on the neighbouring property going off at around 3 am. Startled I raced outside to check our car, and had relief washing through me when I saw it was untouched. Unfortunately, the alarm continued to go off every 5 minutes, and while we put in earplugs to try to sleep, it kept us half awake for most the night. By the time the kitchen of the bakery started up around 5am, Manja gave up on sleep but was kind enough to let me try to keep sleeping until around 6:30. We dragged ourselves out of bed to make ourselves a nice breakfast – an omelette with all of our leftovers, including carrots and some local version of sweet potato, as well as avocado dip. Turned out utterly delicious! I also decided to try the coffee we took along from a previous accommodation, and to my surprise it wasn’t terrible. Not good, but I just expected terrible and was thus pleasantly surprised. We had to check out around 1pm, so decided to just spend the morning chilling out and reading in the hammock. Hard life! Just before we went we also re-heated yesterdays left-overs from dinner for lunch. Between the breakfast and that we were stuffed for the day!

When it came to check-out time we threw our bags into the car and drove back to Suizo loco lodge. Manja had foreseen how much we would like the place and booked us another day on the return trip, to reduce our overall driving time.

When we got there our room was already ready and we decided to use the afternoon to go to the beach one last time, even though it was a bit drizzly. The property dog, of course, decided to join us!

On a whim we decided to check out the beach the other way, and it turns out that there are turtles on that beach sometimes! We didn’t see any, of course (wrong season, not there at night) but it was nice to walk along the beach anyway. As we were walking we noticed these tiny creatures, no bigger than two grains of sand, jump onto us from time to time, but walking into the ocean made them disappear. We thought nothing more of it, but as you can tell from this subtle hook, we’ll pick up on that later.

I decided to try and play with the dog, grabbing a stick and trying to play fetch. The dog did not get it, having been a street dog and never having learned it. So I tried to teach it, by throwing the stick and then bolting after it to pick it up. The first time he was uninterested, the second time he raced me and got excited when I picked up the stick. The third time he beat me to the stick and got so excited that he jumped on me when I got there, knocking me flat on my arse. Which would have been fine, on the beach, but there was a tree trunk behind me and I seriously bruised and twisted the heel on one side and my wrist on the other. I got up slowly, sure that I broke something as pain was shooting through me, so I limped to the ocean to cool everything off. Manja hadn’t even noticed until I was limping and I may have unfairly berated her. Sorry babe! As it turned out nothing broke but my ego and my willingness to teach a street dog how to play fetch. Luckily Manjas camera was also fine – it was on my back when I fell! We slowly made our way back to the lodge and our room where we rinsed off the sand, only to find that we both had hundreds of little, totally non-itchy, bites on our legs. Some googling later we found out that the little grain-of-sand sized buggers are probably sand fleas. We were totally lucky that we only reacted a bit and didn’t have massive itching.

We used the afternoon to write post-cards to a few family members, realising that we probably should be sending like 100 postcards to cover everyone. If you didn’t get one I apologise – we simply can’t send one to everyone. Question though: Would you have enjoyed a printed postcard of one of Manjas fantastic photos? We found an app from Australia and Deutsche post which would allow us to do this easily, but couldn’t decide if this was a great idea. Your thoughts?

In the afternoon the sun had come out again, so we walked along the beach to town to have dinner at a local place. Fajitas for me tonight, while Manja had a traditional vegetarian quesadilla. We walked back in the dark, chatting the evening away. We finished up the evening with a swim in the pool before dropping into bed.

AN EXTREME CONTENT WARNING: Super cute baby sloths

Luckily the party on the street was really just something that happened on the weekend, so we slept really well. We woke up around 7, got ready slowly and had breakfast at the bakery downstairs as people had raved about how good it is. I think they mean that they make some really nice sweets, because the breakfast we had was nice, but nothing to write home (or rave in a review) about.

 

None the less we were well fed when we headed over to the Jaguar Rescue Center. We signed up for the 9:30 tour and by about 10 we were on our way through the center with our guide, who happened to be one of the foremost authorities on Sloths, having moved here to study them and writing her PhD on Sloth behaviour. She had heaps of interesting stories to tell, and I learned a lot about sloths, only some of which I previously knew. Here are some key facts, because I know you all want to be more sloth-expertly.

But first, a super cute picture of 3 baby sloths:

  • There are two types of sloth, but they are less related than we are to Monkeys.
  • The sloth names are two and three FINGERED sloths, the misnoma of two and three TOED sloth is a mis-translation from the Spanish names.
  • Neither sloth is nocturnal, but their eyesight is extremely poor. This means that they don’t really care if they move at day or night
  • It’s normal for sloths to fall out of trees, usually because a branch doesn’t hold their weight. This isn’t usually a problem for them, they have 48 ribs and are designed to just bounce. It IS a problem if you are standing underneath them when they fall, one woman tried to catch one and broke BOTH her arms. The sloth was fine.
  • Sloth have a loop in their throat, allowing them to eat upside down. Downside: They can not vomit.
  • They eat dirt from the jungle floor regularly and draw some nutrients from this.
  • Sloth get extremely stressed by being touched.
  • Baby sloths are located by their mothers using sound, should they be dropped or get lost.
  • Sloth hair has unique fungus which grows in it, allowing them to camouflage even better. This fungus does not hurt them.
  • Sloth poop once a month, loosing about 1/3 of their bodyweight when they do. They come to the ground to do this and have an unexplained and odd dance-like ritual when pooping.
  • No one knows how old sloths get. The information available about this which says 20 years is a completely made-up statistic which was used in a National geographic article, and has been cited ever since. The foremost experts on sloth agree that they do not know, but many agree it may be up to 100 years. At least one sloth on record is 50 years old, and still looks like it has not aged. There are no physical characteristics which seem to indicate age.
  • Leading causes of sloth injury/death: Electrocution on the un-insolated components of Costa Rica’s power network. This is slowly being fixed, starting with the locations where most issues occur.
  • A sloth is not the laziest animal. The average sloth sleeps around 8 hours a day, though mentioned before, not at a specific time. The title of laziest mammal goes to the Howler Monkeys – also a native in Costa Rica – who sleep for up to 18 hours a day. They howl to avoid interacting with other monkey tribes as fighting takes energy, making them very docile. They are tired in part because they only eat leaves, which have little to no nutrients.

Okay, that last one wasn’t strictly a sloth fact.

Want to know how baby sloth sometimes get re-united? Listen into part of the tour 🙂

We enjoyed the tour, even though they can not show any wild cats (such as jaguars or Ocelots) because these animals can not have human interaction if they are to be released. They know this because they made this mistake with one, who is pretty much a homing pigeon now and will return even when released several hundred kilometres in the jungle… Though it killed a whole coop of chickens on the way as if to prove that it was a bad idea to abandon him in the jungle. We managed to get a few nice pictures of him. It’s an amazing cat, which can rotate its paws to climb up and down trees without a problem, and generally lives in the canopy of the rainforest.
This specific type of Ocelot (Margay) has the ability to mimic certain baby bird calls as part of their hunting techniques…. Clever girl!

 

After our visit we did some shopping for dinner and returned to our room before heading over to the beach. Against my suggestion, Manja wanted to walk to a further away beach, because the one directly across the road was a beach right at the city. I reluctantly agreed, and we were bickering about this a little bit when I suddenly jumped – there was a fur-ball at the base of a tree we were passing. That fur-ball turned out to be a sloth with a baby, eating the jungle floor. We very slowly and quietly approached. The sloth didn’t get disturbed, it didn’t even seem to realise we were there. Being certain that we didn’t disturb it, we carefully and quietly took some pictures.

 

After its snack, the sloth decided to head across the footpath and climb into the beachside canopy to relax. In the process of doing so it caught the attention of some other passing tourists, some of whom started to literally squeal with delight, grabbing their phones for photos and were about to run up to the poor thing. I calmly told them to be really quiet to not stress the poor animal, keep a safe distance and move slowly toward it. They complied, so I must have made my point with some authority. Good deed done for the day!

We headed over to the beach and jumped in for a bit. It was extremely choppy today, with some serious rifts. Even in the shallows of the beach you could feel the retreating waves pull at your feet, threatening to throw you over… It was kind of fun, even though it was a bit rough, probably because the water was warm!

 

Eventually we dried off in the sun before dropping by the local chocolate manufacturer to check out their wares. It wasn’t bad, but nothing appealed to us in the sense of being above average – though we may just have been spoiled by our visit to Charley’s chocolate factory in Queensland last year. Instead of buying a chocolate bar Manja decided to have a smoothie while I gave their Mocca (Chocolate and coffee mix) a go. It was okay, but again, not fantastic.

 

As we headed back, we walked past this little oasis where someone had placed a swing on a palm tree over the water. It gave us a very romantic setup for some photos.

 

We walked back to the room and relaxed for a bit, spending a bit of time making contact with friends and family. As the sun started to recede we made dinner… A LOT of dinner. It was super delicious and we were both stuffed after. A blog post later, we dropped into bed.

Teams of Hermit Crabs and climbing a beached shipwreck

We got up after a rough nights sleep, between the Saturday night party on the street going to around 3 am and the bakery preparing bread from about 5 am. Even with earplugs we struggled.

We made some Avocado-egg-foccacias using some freshly baked bread from downstairs to give us some strength for the day.

Made of Yum and Energy!

Charged up we decided to drive over to Manzanillo National Wildlife Refuge, basically a national park near here. Being a Sunday the Manzanillo Beach was completely filled with locals, all taking advantage of the beautiful weather to have a day at the beach.

Arriving at the Refuge, we were ushered into a car park by a volunteer providing security, before heading to the entry where we had to pay a donation of our choosing to enter. No set price.

We walked through the park for a bit, quickly realising that it was crowded too. There are some beaches within the park, and these were filled with people, while the paths were extremely muddy.

At this beach there were also hundreds of hermit crabs… and unfortunately tourists flouting the rules and collecting shells – which are their homes. We even got to watch some crabs try out new shells. Unfortunately we also watched some local boys pull a couple of crabs out of their shell, but at a harsh look from Manja they stopped and left. I even attempted to help one crab which was struggling to find a large enough shell, but could not find anything for him myself.

Based on our prior reading, we expected the area to be a bit rougher. So, when the paths started to split off in many different directions and inviting the casual wanderer to get lost, we decided to turn around. No use getting stuck in a jungle-maze!

 

Back at our car a short time later, the “Volunteer” suddenly expected 2000 Colones (about €3) for watching our car and keeping it safe. It wasn’t worth arguing about so we just paid it and headed off. We had hoped to drop by a local smoothie place recommended by lonely planet, but we could actually not find the place, even after walking the street to inspect every house. As this was the beach promenade, we decided to walk back along the beach and spotted this beached ship…. Which was reachable in the low tide right now. We ceased the opportunity and climbed aboard!

Walking back to the car along the beach we felt like we were getting cooked so headed to the shade of the nearby palms, still arriving at the car well sweated through. As we drove out of town we spotted the smoothie place, *technically* on the same road, but around a bend some 500 m further along. We decided not to stop and just head back to our room instead. We waited out the mid-day heat, which was oppressive and humid today, in the hammock on the verandah. As the afternoon drew to a close, we headed out to find ourselves a place to have dinner. We wanted to try a highly rated place just down the road, but when we arrived they told us they were closed and are going on holidays from tomorrow. Guess we won’t eat there… So we watched the sunset at the beach, which had another beached boat. Seems a trend here.

After that we checked out a few restaurants in the area before settling on an Asian place, which made a really nice veggie green Thai curry, served with a Mai-Tai. Manja and I had a great evening chatting away about future plans over dinner before looking through some souvenir shops. By the time we returned to our room it was already way past dark, and given the poor nights sleep last night, we dropped into bed early.

Search for farmers markets

We really loved this accommodation and the surrounding Cahuita and Cahuita National Park. If you are ever down this area, spend a few days at the Suizo Loco Lodge!

After another really nice breakfast, we headed off. Today’s destination was Puerto Viejo and a nice apartment above a super popular bakery, one of the few accommodations where we can cook for ourselves 🙂

We wanted to be there early to check out the farmers markets, but our Airbnb host wasn’t responding to confirm that we could drop our bags off early, so we chanced it and just drove to the bakery. Once there our host said that it was no problem for us to drop off the bags, but the room would not be ready before 2pm. No problem for us, we would just explore the farmers markets. After following googles directions for a bit we decided that the market was either canceled, super well hidden, or that the directions were just plain wrong. Regardless we did not find the place and decided to walk along the beach to the edge of town and then back via the promenade. By the time we returned it was a bit past noon, so we decided to order some drinks (Pineapple for Manja, Watermelon for me) and plan our next few days. Once our room was ready we moved in, then headed to the ATM and the shops for supplies for dinner. The first supermarket was sketchy, and included a very loud car with speakers advertising the Mega Super Market. We went in, looked around, and left. Later we saw reviews that this place apparently likes to put things on the bill you did not order and just give you back incorrect change. Bullet dodged! We went to the smaller supermarket near our accommodation instead and got everything we needed with no fuss. We decided to spend the afternoon relaxing in the hammock, reading and processing photos – you can imagine who did which of those activities 🙂

As the mosquitos came out it became obvious that it was time for dinner. We cooked a really nice pasta which was slightly too spicy thanks to a fresh, large habanero chilli, but still delicious. Full of food we continued our lazy afternoon throughout the evening.

Dinner!

Suspenseful rescue of a baby sloth! … and spotting loads of wildlife

We woke to the sounds of Howler Monkeys and Toucans just before our alarm. We quickly got ready, packed for the hike and went to have some breakfast.

After breakfast, our guide Freiman, was back perfectly on-time at 8am. We drove down to Cahuita in our car and took a Taxi to the other entrance of the park. A short ride and a park fee later, we were on our way. Freiman was awesome again, same as last night, sharing his extensive knowledge of the lands, the flora and the fauna while spotting things we definitely would have missed every few minutes. The day started with some Howler Monkeys at the entrance, and some lizard and birds which he pointed out for us.

 

Eventually we got to a boardwalk section where he suddenly spotted a baby sloth climbing up the support of the walkway. The little guy had made it all the way to the top but was confused that the post stopped. He was waving his arms defensively as we carefully approached.

Getting a nearby ranger (it is illegal to touch a sloth!), operation “rescue the baby sloth” got on the way. The ranger and guide worked to grab him from behind, so that he could be placed on the tree quickly. I was permitted to help by forcing the little guy to release his foot claws. The plan went awry though, when we realised that the baby sloth moved a LOT faster than an adult, and it was able to swipe at my hand. I managed to get it out of the way just in time to prevent my hand from being impaled to the post. Second attempt included a distraction manoeuvre, with success. The little guy was on a tree trunk at the same height, able to move up the tree himself.

Importantly we took no videos or photos of the action to ensure that no one gets the idea to touch a sloth on their own.

It turns out that sloth frequently fall, and usually just climb back into the tree. Their whole body is adapted to deal with the fall. The only problem for this baby was that he had fallen into the water – so he quickly grabbed onto the nearest tree – being a support of the boardwalk.

All three of us – our guide included – were elated by the experience.

The rest of the walk was fantastic too – we saw an abundance of animals, most of which we would have missed on our own. Manja took just under 1000 pictures, the selection of the best is below.

My main take-aways, from the volume of information which we were provided with over the 5 hours, were:

  • Howler monkeys howl to tell other monkeys where they move, so that the groups can avoid territorial confrontations.
  • Nest-making bats cut coconut tree leaves and other ferns to create themselves a temporary cave.
  • Venomous snakes in Costa Rica are tiny. Fully grown they are about 1 m and the thickness of my thumb. They also sit on leaves, not just branches.
  • Racoons move in groups with a female and kids, because the males have a tendency to kill the young.
  • The white sand on the Volcanic island is usually due to coral in the area.
  • Soldier ants are fucking vicious: they use special poison to immobilise their prey and tear it apart alive. But they are also known as cleaner ants, because they come by your house and take out all other insects or lizards before moving on. Including wasp nests! They also don’t build long-term nests, instead they find an empty space and come together to form a “ball” with soldiers outside and each layer being comprised of the next most vulnerable. Amazing!
  • The local version of a bark-shedding tree does so because it can do photosynthesis on its fresh bark, regularly dropping all leaves when necessary. This is also how they stop other plants growing on them.
  • Germany does not have dragonflies, only libellia – the difference is how their wings can be folded when they land!
  • Hermit crabs can get up to 35 years old, but only if they have houses to grow into. There is a housing shortage for hermit crabs as tourists keep taking shells from beaches, meaning many die younger.
  • The strangler fig literally grows on another tree until it is strong enough to stand on its own, then kills the host tree.

There was a plethora of other information, and I’m sure much will come back randomly.

If you do decide to go to Costa Rica, and you are going to Cahuita, I cannot recommend Freiman highly enough. He has a Facebook group too: https://www.facebook.com/Wildlifetourcahuita/

After this fantastic tour we dropped Freiman off and drove back to our accommodation to clean ourselves up before heading out for dinner. When we returned we processed photos and wrote this blog before dropping into bed exhausted but super happy.

Dawn Cats and Night time critters

We woke up early to the meowing of a cat…. Like 5am early. Later on we found out she had kittens and just wanted to get inside to get some food and peace from her kids… We tried to go back to sleep with limited success. Manja gave up before me, getting up at 6, and I half-slept until around 7.

The Airbnb wasn’t great, but the view was!

We packed our stuff and had breakfast, cooked by the help of the guy running the Airbnb. It was okay – fruit, French toast and terrible coffee. To make me more cheerful, the host chatted to me the whole time about his expansion ideas, and his thoughts on life. He basically seems to be a multicultural trump-loving republican. Besides conspiracy theories he also had “immigrants are bad” (being an immigrant, married to a local) and “people have to be self sufficient” (while employing an illegal immigrant from Nicaragua to “support her and her disabled kid”. Oh, also, the right to bear arms is an important right, even though he never needed a gun while living in “Some of the worst parts of New York” all his life. Make of all that what you will, but we didn’t feel super comfortable with his views – more specifically for me the problem was the inconsistencies and contradictions which you only get when living in an echo chamber. Regardless, we headed out reasonably quickly, and chose to ignore the local advice he gave us about the area, which included “Ignore the roped-off areas of the active Volcano, just step around them and enjoy the spectacle”.

Today drive was part two of the adventurous drive we had to do to cross from the pacific to the Caribbean side of the country. It was fine, with mostly good roads along the whole way. Turns out that the super bad coffee from this morning also gave me a caffeine high for most of the day – appears to have been strong! One of the disturbing things was a cow transport truck, which was taking the corners so quickly that you saw the cows bouncing from one side of the truck to the other 🥺. I know animal rights are not great all over the place, but this just seemed needlessly careless to me.

We arrived at our next accommodation in the late afternoon. Given the semi disaster of the eco lodge of the 24 hours we were a touch apprehensive, but arrived in a paradise like oasis, which is super well run. They even offered really well priced tours, which we booked two of – a night walk tonight and a full day in the National Park tomorrow. To make sure we could pay for all that, we decided to walk to town to get to some more cash out, which was a 45 minute walk along the beach each way. The hotel dog decided to show us the way, and the front desk advised us that he used to be a stray and we can just ignore him. So we did, and he abandoned us shortly before town, only to join us again on the way back. Super friendly animal!

After a short drive to a restaurant for dinner, we had a nice meal at the beach.

When we returned we relaxed a bit before heading back out at 8pm to meet our guide, doing an absolutely wonderful night walk. It was MEANT to be 1.5 hours, and we got back 2.5 hours later, with a camera full of pictures and even more memories. Knowing that tomorrow would be a full day of walking, along with an early start and the bad nights sleep last night, we dropped into bed exhausted but happy. Check out all these awesome pictures!

Eco lodge to rent, path to hell included

Today was the day we were going to have to traverse “Highway route 2” which is a particularly windy highway which often suffers from heavy fog. As we left our accommodation we decided to stop by Cafe Mono Congo once more to pick up smoothies for the drive. Just before getting to “Route 2”, there was a car flipped over in a ditch next to the road… Police were on scene and no one appeared hurt, but it didn’t bode well!

The drive itself was very curvy, and we did get stuck behind some trucks, witness some absolutely insane overtaking, some fog and even a brief downpour. But we made it to the other side unscathed just by taking it slowly. Driving through the township of Cartago was another story….

Driving in Costa Rican Cities and towns be insane, sole domain of insane people. Did not like.

But we did make it to our accommodation eventually, a quaint Eco-lodge overlooking a waterfall. The arrival already did not bode well…  after ringing the doorbell a lady came on a quad to open it up and just went straight back down without saying a word. We followed down what felt like a 75 degree incline on a road where the mirrors had a centimetre space on each side.

This was one of the few Airbnb’s we really felt was pretty poor: Expensive a little dirty and not well maintained. Eco, in the “Hippie don’t do no work” sense rather than the “Environmentally sustainable, but with all the creature comforts” sense.

But it did have a waterfall on the property! It was just down a, and a I quote from the host, “zig-zag trail”.
He was even nice enough to give me a walking stick (Manja had her fancy tripod walking stick), and a loan of his dog which has walked this trail so much that it could guide us not just to the waterfall, but to the local ancient church ruins. I wanted to say “No thanks, we like to stop and photograph and the dog will not help with this”, but the dog was already happily taking off and showing us the way.

Now, as the more astute of you may have gathered, I have long had a passion for hiking, and I don’t mind challenging terrain or a bit of bush-bashing. I hiked in Nepal and in all sorts of conditions around Australia. But this “walk” be crazy, dude. We should have taken a machete to clear some of the fallen plants and quick-growing jungle plants. Some of the sections were so deteriorated that I needed the walking stick to give me enough stability to pass, and I caught a good handful of slips on that stick too. Manja meanwhile was following me slowly and carefully, but without complaint. (Except about the Mosquitos, which do seem to love her a little too much!)
She even scrambled through a fallen tree with me, which was a little risky as it was no longer properly attached to anything. Doggy meanwhile, was happily waiting for us on the other side of every obstacle, giving exactly zero fucks about our difficulty.

Eventually we did make it down to the river, which we would have to follow to the waterfall. We were immediately dismayed – there was rubbish absolutely everywhere. But in for the penny, in for the pound. So we did 4 river crossings and eventually made it to the waterfall. As we were getting ready to leave I though “wow that waterfall really throws drops far away” about a second before Manja said “Shit, and now it’s raining”.

 

And so it was that we made our way to the town church, by crossing the river another 5 times (all the crossings back and one more) and walking through mud in the rain. As Murphy was watching, the rain promptly stopped when we got to solid walking ground.

We walked over to Ujarrás, doggy still leading us. We bumped into some local dogs, which promptly barked aggressively, then happily and then came and said hello. Ujarrás is a national Monument, so no dogs allowed. Doggy knew this, so went around the back as we signed in, greeting us at the church. Okay, I gotta admit, doggy knows its stuff and is a great tour guide. Church ruins seen and appreciated, we had to make our way back. There was around no fucking chance in hell that we would take the “Zig-Zag Trail” back up, so we used google to find an alternative. There was still some bush-bashing through wet rainforest plants and a steep incline, but it didn’t feel unsafe. Just hard. Eventually we hit the local road, and doggy mostly kept to the side away from oncoming traffic. I only had to push him off the road once 🙂

 

After we got back we cleaned up and headed out for a quick dinner before settling in for an early night. As I was writing this a massive huntsman like spider decided to come in through the not properly sealed exterior door to our room. I attempted to help him vacate the premises, but he had other ideas, so by flip-flop finished him before he got into bed with Manja. I have the feeling we will not sleep particularly well. I shall report tomorrow.

Heavens open up after walking a Whales Tail

We got up and had a quick breakfast before heading over to the Marino Ballena National Park. The main attraction of the park is the so-called “Whale Tail”, which is a small island connected to the mainland via a sandbank accessible only at low tide. We knew low tide was at about 8:30, so timed it appropriately. We first attempted to get to the park via directions from a travel guide book, which claimed that we just drive past flutterby house. Turns out THAT dirt road just leads to a dead end nowadays. We turned around and put our trust in google, only to get to the main entrance 10 minutes later. We expected the park to be a large beach and some jungle, but it really was a park of a large beach and some hectares of water going out into the ocean. We walked to the whales tail, which was quite a nice walk – you do have an eerie feeling of being surrounded by a beautiful tropical ocean on two sides.

 

After our visit, we spent some time in the shade of the palm trees, photographing a few ghost crabs and eagles chasing (and eating!) ghost crabs. It got a bit hot around noon, so we decided to hit a local cafe for some refreshing smoothies. As we got there it started absolutely bucketing down with rain, so we stayed for about an hour chatting and making plans for the next year. When the rain slowed a bit we dashed across the road to a shop which got our attention when we arrived, as it had a chillie as its logo 😋. We stopped for a snack of tacos and home-made chillie sauce. It was delicious and spicy! 🥵

We were still in planning mode and the rain started up again, so we headed to our accommodations outdoor area to continue our planning, played darts and read some. As darkness set in we decided to head to a local restaurant recommended by another guest in a review. We walked down some unlit dirt roads to get there, but couldn’t find it. A helpful local pointed us to another restaurant, well, Soda. As we walked there we finally checked google, and the place was closed today. We probably walked right past it in the dark! We slowly made our way back to our accommodation, jumped into the car and hit the cafe we were at earlier because we noticed they had a nice food offering also. After a delicious meal we packed everything ready to move on tomorrow.

Checking out the Turtle beach

Today was a travel day again, so we got up, had a light breakfast and headed off. Along the way we stopped at Dominical, just to check out the little “Party town” of the area. Unsurprisingly, most places were still closed when we rocked up around 8am 😂.

We enjoyed a walk along the beach and through the town none-the-less, hitting a local cafe for some smoothies before walking back along a river trail. It doesn’t seem to matter where in Costa Rica you go, there is always an abundance of beautiful and/or interesting things to photograph 🙂

From Dominical we headed to our accommodation in a side-street of Uvita. We thought it was a side-street anyway, before finding out that its the main road leading to a premiere surf-learning beach.

We walked the beach for a bit before heading over to the Flutterby House, a mix of Hippie commune, backpacker accommodation and Surf-school. It was nice and eclectic, though we found ourselves thinking that the place is a bit inconsistent, likely because it attracts a certain type of tourist (low-budget eco traveller) which is near impossible to properly cater for. One great example was signs about avoiding plastics, like straws, while serving water in plastic glasses. I get it – convenient, safe and all that, but inconsistent if you want to be eco nowadays 🙂
It did seem like a cool place though besides this, including bunk-beds in mostquito nets under a tin roof… On the second floor.

We spent a bit of time chilling at our accommodation before deciding to head over to Tortuga beach (turtle beach) which was a short 15 minute drive away.

 

We know that turtles are usually around at night, but we thought we’d scope the place first, and we were glad we did. Turns out the beach is behind a rather deep tide-based swamp-like lake. As the tide was receding we got the idea to just wait and eventually wade across. Given I only had hiking shoes, it would be with bare feet for me. As we waited it started to rain, so we retreated back to the car for a bit. A few minutes later some local fishermen turned up, and I asked them if there was a safe way across. They told us there was, and managed to point us in the right direction. We managed to cross, though I didn’t realise that the ground was full of rocks, so my barefoot attempt was a lot more challenging than Manja’s with flip-flops. The current nearly took one of Manja’s flip-flops at one point but we made it without falling! The beach was stunning, miles long and abandoned. We were the only ones there until the fishermen waded over to try their luck in the retreating tide. We did our usual thing of collecting a bit of rubbish, which we only belatedly realised we would have to carry back across the stone-floored-waterway as that was where the only bins were. We watched the sunset and headed off in twilight, before it was too dark for us to cross. My GoPro ran out of battery unfortunately, so not much video of the otherwise awesome sunset 🥺. It’s all good though, we plan to come back tomorrow with the appropriate equipment…. and footwear 😂

The drive home was a touch stressful as it was dark and raining, but still warm, causing the windows to fog up real good. Add to that little or no street-lights and most people driving around 20km/h faster than the speed limit just for good measure. Really not my favourite drive, but we made it back without any problems. Once back we hit the Soda (little unofficial food place) two doors down for a pizza. Turns out when you go to a Soda, the people there do NOT speak English, though they were prepared for us and handed me an English menu. A Spanish lady was nice enough to help out when I had no idea what I was being asked. Turns out it was “Would you like a drink while you wait”. Le-sigh. Need to improve my Spanish, which really just means learn any amount of spanish 😉.

The pizza was really nice though, and we headed back feeling full and happy from the day.

The famous Manuel Antonio National Park… and awesome Falafel!

We woke just before our alarm at 6, and got up to get ready for a day in the national park. As Manja had a quick shower, I prepared Avocado on toast with scrambled eggs. I also tried the provided coffee, and it was so seriously bad that I actually poured it away. As we were about to sit down to enjoy our meal, we had a Monkey jump onto the balcony and make angry faces. He really wanted some too! Turns out the Monkeys came to visit the entire apartment complex this morning!

Fueled up for the day we headed out to catch the bus to Manuel Antonio National Park. This is the national park which is recommended in all of the travel guides, and we got there at opening time. We spent the next few hours at the park walking every trail and checking out every beach. We even had a pre-packed lunch on the main beach!

We took a plethora of pictures, here is an edited set:

The park was nice, but in my opinion not the best I have been to. Although my close encounter with the deer kind right at the end was really special, I personally preferred Carrera. None the less, the chances of seeing a lot of wildlife are, of course, greater in the bigger park. We returned exhausted around 4PM, had a shower and a short break before heading out to “Falafel” for dinner. This dinner was a real highlight, I mean I love Falafel, and these were awesome and home-made.

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