Gilded Iguana Hotel
No prices found through our partners. Please contact the business directly or check some of our recommended alternatives.
How has this hotel rated in the past?
- Free High-Speed Internet
- Swimming pool
TripAdvisor Reviews Gilded Iguana Hotel Nosara
Travel Blogs from Nosara
... couldn't see the ocean only Tico homes. We finally we able to locate the gas station and the tourist area of Nosara. We had emailed a real estate agent to ask some information for rentals and such. Glenn asked us to stop in to his office (Remax). We found it and spent some time talking to him. Glen is from Ottawa and the other agents are from New York city. He gave us a map and info and we are going to meet up tomorrow morning. ...
... shone brightly above. A solid 8-hours meant that we were fresh for an early start on the bikes through the Costa Rican jungle to Manzanilla. The ride intertwines thick jungle with sandy beaches on the Caribbean Coast. Lying on your back, on a white powder beach as the only blot in the blue sky is a flock of sea pelicans makes for blissful relaxation. So easy to get used to this. So easy. Having heard Fundación Jaguar Rescue Center to be very un-zoo like, priding themselves ...
... excavation later this afternoon. Sam had talked to Wilson who had done the patrol this morning after us and he said he saw no vultures or anything on the beach so hopefully means good news for the dolphin. Allis got out the loom bands which Helen bought for the kids so we thought we'd give it a go before we tried to teach them tomorrow. It took me and Allis around an hour to get the hang of just the simplest one so I don't know how the kids are gonna get on, we'll see. The journey awaits ...
... named Albia's home, where we learned about coffee. Albia grows coffee beans, dries them out, mashes them to remove the shells, roasts them, grinds them up, and finally brews the coffee. The group tasted the fresh coffee, fresh honey, fresh water apples (a rare Costa Rican fruit), and fresh oranges while on Albia's property. The team lounged under the canopy of tropical trees for an hour or two and then headed out. Right as we were leaving, we saw an ...
... the creepiest guy EVER. I don't know how I always manage sitting next to the weirdos or the perverts. Basically I had zero personal space as one of his arms was occupying a third of my seat, like unecessarily far over. He also kept using said arm to kind of rub at my side. Vomit. Then on the occasion I would turn around he would just be staring at me and once or twice rubbed my arm with his fingers...After this had happened a couple of times I turned round to find him ...