To go where no Northern girl has gone before....
Trip Start Oct 27, 2012
11Trip End Ongoing
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This is where I found myself on Oct 8/11. I had just travelled all day to get to this point, having journeyed by air , by land and now by water, with a hike awaiting me when I got to shore. The trip had gone smoothly by Costa Rican standards, afterall, all my limbs were intact and I still had my luggage. I had landed in the country 2 days before this and was only a day behind schedule; note to self, leave the schedule at home next time and keep travel plans loose.
Anyway, I had booked a domestic flight from Alajuela to Drake Bay, which didn't pan out due to the monsoons that had hit the day I got there, so after 2 trys and lots of turbulence, they cancelled the flight and asked me to come back the next day to try again. Which I did, with a totally new travel route planned. One that would take me by air, by land and by water to get to the interior of Drake Bay on the Osa Peninsula, where I would be staying for a months time, in the rainforest to do some volunteer work and some soul searching
I had been to Costa Rica the year before, to do some surfing, well to learn how to surf first and then go surfing, and had stayed in the Central Pacific area of the country. One of the many things I love about this country is it's geographic diversity. It has something for everyone,whether you like beaches, mountains, rainforests or have an interest in birding, this country has it in spades. The people are friendly and down to earth, the food is simple, and the music is vibrant and full of passion. Did I mention the Ocean?
Speaking of the ocean, this is where I was on Oct 8/11, bobbing in the Pacific, uncertain of whether or not I would be made to walk the plank with my luggage or if I just needed to pay the captain $15(US) for the luxury of being brought directly to shore with my luggage. Happily, I just needed to pay the money, which I did with much relief.
The captain then brought the boat to individual resort docks, where other people would be exiting. I exited at the Paloma dock, and made my way to the trail, where I waited briefly for my host, who was also running on Costa Rican time. I ended up wandering in exactly the wrong direction to where I needed to be going and fortunately, the guys at the Drake Bay Wilderness Resort were familiar with the people I would be staying with, so after they pointed me in the right direction, they called the Larkins to let them know that I had arrived and was now wandering in their general direction
Thankfully, I was the recipient many times over of the generosity and kindness of the Costa Rican people, who always seemed to go out of their way to give a hand to a wayward wanderer and to make sure I got to where I needed to be.
I didn't wander too far before I met up with one of my hosts and we walked/slid/climbed back in the general direction of his place and the place where I would be spending the next 30 days thoroughly immersed in the country's remotest region. Did I mention that it was the rainy season? and that October is the rainiest month of the rainy season?
Let me be the first to say that if you've never experienced rainy season in a tropical country, there is just no way to prepare yourself for it, literally and figuratively. And believe me, I was not prepared, in fact, I was underprepared and overwhelmed in a short period of time. I'll write more about this a little later...