Action and adventure in the clouds
Trip Start Dec 27, 2008
96Trip End Dec 08, 2011
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While in the area I decided to do the other thing for which the area is reknowned: a night hike in search of wildlife. None of the lads bothered to come as I couldn't guarantee them what animals they would see that might be of interest to them (with the exception of Connie who did a coffee tasting tour instead because I couldn't guarantee him that he wouldn't see a snake), so myself and Jo set out ourselves on our intrepid adventure. With most typical timing, the heavens opened with a tremendous thunderstorm that coincided quite neatly with the two hour duration of the hike. The most tremendous thing about it, though, was not how tremendously loud it was, though that was indeed tremendous, but how tremedously bloody close it was, the virtually non-existent gap between the flash and the bang putting the fork somewhere within about 250m of us by my reckoning, expert as it is. This occurred about 1 minute into the trek, and initiated a hasty retreat back to the park office while we waited for the storm to move off.
When we did get going, however, we saw a very many interesting things, much more than I had imagined we would encounter on a dark and sodden night. Among the more impressive and unusual things that we saw were a venomous Palm Pitviper hanging menacingly from a low lying branch, a tarantula sheltering from the downpour in a fallen bamboo, a ginormous stick insect that was a good foot if it was an inch from top to tail, a fungus that glowed in the dark, some two-fingered sloths (including a mother and a baby), and some kind of racoon. Now, I know what your thinking - whats so interesting about a dang ol' racoon? And admittedly, if you were to spy one in a zoo you probably wouldn't give it a second glance. That, however, is the beauty of such a night hike - experiencing these critters in their natural habitat is just that much more rewarding. In this case, what we saw of the racoon was little more than the fiercly glowing reflection of his eyes illuminated by the sweep of our torch before he scampered up a tree, the glimpse of the disturbed animal made that much more thrilling by its fleeting nature. That said, I'm more chuffed at seeing the snake than the racoon, but you get my point...
In brief, that was pretty much my two days in Santa Elena, and brevity is increasingly of the essence, as the speed at which we are now haulin' arse northwards makes it kind of hard to keep this thing up to date!