Winter, here we come!
Our last days in Costa Rica
10/16/2008 - 10/19/2008
75 °F
This final entry comes to you from Alajuela - the town the "San Jose" airport is actually in. Tara and I have found in much more hospitable and the familiarity was welcome for this final day. We left Puerto Viejo early this morning with another cloudy day looming. It was overcast all but one of the days there and every morning opened with rain showers. Luckily, we placed that part of trip perfectly on our itinerary. If it had come at any other time, we would have been complaining about not being able to be on the beach or enjoying the parks, but having had the previous two weeks to enjoy those things, we found curling up on a hammock with a book a perfect substitute. Our hotel was great - open air with tile, plants, hammocks, and just the right amount of ambiance (soft music, candles, and incense).
Resting was also great for me for other reasons - Tara forgot to mention in her report of all the fun on the rafting trip that I went for an unplanned "swim" where I managed to navigate a couple of rapids with the assistance of my life preserver and my practice of the whitewater position. I'm not sure if the guide had me pegged from the start, but earlier in the trip he had me jump in the water to demonstrate what to do is someone fell in and how to get them back in the water. They taught me to go feet first to absorb the blows of the rocks and try to get to another boat to grab a paddle. Needless to say, this is much easier in calm waters without 20 people screaming different directions in an attempt to be helpful. After being bucked out of the boat and having my first attempts to grab someones paddle from our boat foiled, I managed to remain calm and prepare myself to take the rapids on my back. Once through the worst of them, I swam to a boat that had been floating behind ours (we were the best and fastest team when we all stayed in the boat) and they hauled me in. I had a pretty good cut on my knee and I managed to get a cringe out of our guide when we were putting our gear away and I showed him the bruise/cut on my hip where I had hit a rock, but the worst was yet to come. To stay in the boat, you really have to jam your legs against the sides of the raft and I could tell this was rubbing my skin raw. By the end of the trip, though, most of the hair on my shins had been rubbed off and by the next day it was replaced by painful bruises with blisters. It was pretty uncomfortable for a couple of days, but seems to be getting better now. Wouldn't change any of it for the world, but it was part of my experience none the less.
Besides being a laid back place to relax and recuperate, Puerto Viejo also provided us with one of our coolest experiences of the trip. The hotel we were staying at told us about an animal sanctuary that some friends of theirs were running out of their home and arranged a visit for us. We had heard great things about it from a couple of girls from England that we ran into on our travels and it did not disappoint. The couple had worked in zoos in Spain and grew tired of the lifestyle they were living there and the perpetuation of the animals living in captivity. They began by nursing a few animals back to health and once word spread around the community, the next thing they knew, people were bringing them other animals that had lost a mother or been injured. They had howler monkeys, sloths, cats that looked like miniature leopards, and snakes. The baby monkeys were so cute and they were very friendly. I took quite a few pictures of them crawling on Tara's head! It was so cool to get to interact with them so closely and learn about the couples work. They nurse and raise the animals and their experiences are challenging previously held beliefs about reintroducing animals to the wild who have been raised by humans. They live on a property surrounded by 50 hectares of jungle (I believe there are about 3 hectares in an acre if that helps figure the size) and when the animals are ready to return to the wild, they just leave. No taking them into the woods and dropping them off without turning back. Just the day before we got there, some wild howler monkeys were hanging around the house and one of the babies went charging out to greet them. After feeling each other out, they decided everything was okay and the wild monkeys took the baby with them when they left. Pretty amazing story.
We;ll be getting up early tomorrow for a long day of travel back to the cold winter we were fortunate to leave behind for nearly 3 weeks. I knew we had been gone long enough when we put out long pants to go to dinner this evening because it was a little chilly outside... chilly being low 60s
Looking forward to seeing you all soon!
Posted by sweetlewb 01/19/2009 19:01 Archived in Costa Rica Tagged backpacking Comments (1)

