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Fishing for Tarpon

Another early start today. Up at 04.30 to meet our fishing guide for 06.00 departure and we are told it is a 45 minute drive. It is a only about 7km but the road is terrible with huge potholes. We also have no address – just a pin mark on google maps and it does not appear to be on a road….

It is still dark and as we head north we are surprised by the amount of traffic. There are farm workers but also giant lorries which are completely unsuitable for the dirt road. It is slightly un-nerving to confront them in the dark just as you are trying to avoided half a dozen potholes. According to Waze we reach our destination in about 20 minutes but can see no likely properties. We drive back and forth. I suggest phoning our guide but Paul insists that, as he is a bloke, he can find it unaided. A man suddenly appears with a torch and it turns out to be our guide Napoleon. Annoyingly Paul was proved right – no call required! A bit fortuitous admittedly.

Napoleon greets us warmly and escorts us down to his boat. We set off in pursuit of tarpon. They feed in the morning and late afternoon and can be spotted rolling on the surface. The river is beautiful and teeming with life. Huge flocks of birds are roosting in the reed beds, herons and cormorants are already fishing and caiman and crocodiles laze on the banks.

It seems that every tree has iguanas roosting in the branches and large males show off the their vivid mating colours. Howler monkeys are abundant too and call loudly as we pass below. Howlers are usually black with a tan back but we spot an unusual orange one sleeping in the branches.

We anchor in a likely spot but nothing bites so we move on. This is Paul’s lucky day. We see tarpon jumping around us and Napoleon says this is a good spot. Almost instantly a tarpon bites. It is actually quite exciting and this one seems big and strong. I follow the action keenly with my camera as I want some good footage of it jumping. My patience is rewarded. It makes a run for it and leaps. It is huge. Napoleon thinks 60kg!

The tarpon was so heavy that it broke the line as Napoleon was lifting it from the water so no shots of Paul holding it but he is still very happy. The weather changes by the second here. Sunshine, cloud and occasional torrential rain but it is always hot. We even had a rainbow.

Napoleon takes us back to his house for lunch. He has a wonderfully manicured garden leading shown to the river with an abundance of tropical flowers. He feeds the birds bananas and they fill the garden with their song and bright colours. We have rice and scrambled egg for lunch which is actually very good with fruit juice. The rice has had herbs added so is very tasty. Napoleon says’ Mi casa es tu casa’ and leaves us the run of the place as he goes to pick up his wife.

I have fun photographing the garden and bird life. Paul chillaxes.

We set off again at at 2.15. Paul catches another tarpon but this one is really huge and gets away. It’s a lovely afternoon nevertheless and so much more enjoyable than the fishing experience at Tortuguero.

We thank Napoleon for his hospitality and great fishing and head home. We are shattered so have an early dinner and head straight to bed.

Paul, Napoleon and his dog

Sarapiqui to Canó Negro

It is about a 3 hour drive to Canó Negro but we think it might be good to make a detour to Poas Volcano. It will add a couple of hours to the journey but will add some interesting landscapes and the Poas Volcano crater looks amazing and is still active.

We pass through some truly stunning scenery and encounter a large temperature range from 30C down to 10C. It is always surprising to see how manicured the verges are.

We pass huge lorries carrying sugar cane and can see fields where the cane has been cleared. The cane is black and I guess that is the reason that where we are going is called Canó Negro.

We then catch our first glimpse of Poas Volcano and start the hour ascent to the crater.

We cross several narrow bridges….

and are treated to a surprise viewing of La Paz waterfall, which is adjacent to the bridge we are about to cross.

The temperature has dropped markedly. We are now in the cloud forest and are driving through fog and rain as we continue our ascent

We eventually reach Poas Volcano Park and see signs saying we need to buy a ticket in advance. We were unaware of this so ask to buy one when we reach the entrance gate. We are told we must do it online. There is a hut opposite with Wi-Fi and we can do it there. The lady in the kiosk is very helpful and also shows us the current view of the crater on the webcam. It is a white out. She advises that we save ourselves $50 each and drive back down. We take her advice and although it was disappointing not to view the crater the drive was still very worthwhile. We stopped for a coffee on our descent at something very reminiscent of an alpine restaurant. The weather felt alpine too at that stage, so I grabbed my fleece from the boot to find that my water bottle had leaked all over it. To wet to wear. Grrr….

The views on our descent were also stunning.

The drive from the crater to Cano Negro was 3 hours. Longer than we expected but that was because the last 20 km were on terrible roads with numerous potholes. We had to weave from side to side to avoid them and every so often a huge truck would come towards us, which made life very interesting indeed.

We are staying at the Natural Lodge. It looks like there has been some recent new investment here with a new reception and pool area and refurbished rooms which are very comfortable. We swim in the new pool and then I have walk around the grounds with the camera. What a treat. Howler monkeys appear in the trees behind our room with their deafening calls. The light is poor so no decent photos I’m afraid but a treat for me nevertheless.

The staff are, as everywhere else in Costa Rica, lovely but there’s a bit of a problem with the pre-dinner drinks. We order G&Ts and they arrive in big glasses and look great. It ends there. They taste truly terrible. Really sour, loads of lime. We both nearly choke on the first sip. The waiter comes over to ask if the drinks are OK. I say no and the waiter says he will make me another one. Paul is more accommodating and perseveres with his. I should have done likewise. It took 20 minutes for my replacement drink to arrive and we think in hindsight that the hotel had no tonic and tried to improvise. Clearly someone was sent out to buy some, because the 2nd drink was fine… hence the wait.

Tortuguero to Sarapiqui

We wake early. It is raining but no surprise there. It has rained heavily every night. Fortunately the weather always improves in the daytime with just the occasional afternoon shower. We take a last look at the Caribbean. It is still raw and wild with masses of washed up debris and sadly huge amounts of plastic litter the shoreline.

We are taking the 08.40 boat back to La Pavona. It is a 100 yards or so to the dock so the hotel organise our bags to go to the dock in a wheelbarrow. Everything here is very efficient and the boat departs on time.

It’s an hourish trip back to La Pavona where we stop for a coffee, put our route into Waze and depart. The drive is easy with great views of the cloud forest in the distance.

We are delighted with our choice of hotel – Ara Ambigua. It is in the heart of the forest, birds abound in the foliage and howler monkeys call in the distance. We have a well earned G&T, a light lunch and then I go out with the camera.

I work out my problem with the big zoom lens yesterday. I had knocked the lever and it was set to 6m to infinity instead of 1.3m to infinity. Hence I could not focus on anything close up.

The hotel organises guided night walks and we have signed up. Our guide is very good with sharp eyes he first finds us the famous red-eyed frog but then finds many other species of frog, assorted insects and a snake – non-venomous. I am pleased with the photographic results.

Lazing & Canoe Trip

After yesterday’s gruelling itinerary, today is a much gentler day. We have nothing to do until our canoe trip into the Tortuguero National Park this afternoon. The morning comprises breakfast, writing up yesterday’s blog and finding a good bar for a cocktail and lunch. El Patio wins for that. The food, service, drinks, ambience and views are spot on.

Initially we feel that the canoe trip is going to be a big fail. Our guide Roy sits at the stern with a paddle. The river is huge and we are moving very slowly. I think by the time we get to the park it will be time to get back. The reality is different. Once we have shown our tickets to the park authorities we paddle upstream and start to take in the slower pace and tranquility. This could not be more different from yesterday’s adrenalin fuelled blast up the river. We notice the small things and can hear leaves fall. Our guide picks up on this and immediately spots a howler monkey above us. It’s a long way away up and fast moving and the canoe wobbles a lot. I capture some shots. Not great but its something.

Howler monkey

We spot some beautiful water birds in a courtship dance. Annoyingly we were too close and my lens was too long so taking a sharp image impossible but they are too pretty not to show you.

We paddled up a narrow channel that only a canoe could navigate. it was a peaceful and totally different world from the sunlit river beyond.

I spent a significant amount of time changing lenses and never seemed to have the correct one on for the task in hand. I must buy a second camera body so I have instant access to either lens. I did capture a few reasonable shots but nothing amazing.

The weather here can change in a blink of an eye. We set out in bright sunshine but suddenly clouds appear and ponchos are donned before a short spell of rain ensues. This coincided with our sighting of a troop of white faced capuchins. I therefore have no photos but have imprinted their antics in my minds eye.

As we set back parrots squawked noisily and I have to admit to an element of relief. Two days sitting on hard boat seats has taken its toll. I should really like a soft chair for a couple of days please… We feel much less tired than yesterday and have the energy to find a bar for a G&T.

Our final dinner in Tortuguero was back at El Patio. It is absolutely the place to go. Everything yet again was spot on.

Gone Fishing

A very early start for us today. We are meeting Elvin at 06.00 who is taking us the 35km north to the remote Barra del Colorado. Here, where the Rio Colorado meets the Caribbean, at certain times of year, large numbers of tarpon congregate and Paul is hoping to catch something big.

Elgin’s boat is powerful (200hp) and we are really motoring. Lush jungle surrounds us but there is no opportunity to spot much wildlife. We are going too fast. We eventually drop anchor in the mouth of the river. It is anything but calm but it is a beautiful yet raw location. We are anchored by a sandy spit, which is like a tree graveyard, with hundreds of huge logs marooned ashore.

Elvin and Paul set up their fly rods and start fishing. The water is very churned up and rough and nothing is biting. Elvin thinks, given the conditions, that the tarpon will be the other side of the sandbar where the surf is breaking. Over the course of several hours we make numerous attempts to cross but it is just to dangerous. It feels like a scene from a movie where you are trapped on a desert island and trying to work out how to traverse the reef.

Basically nothing happens for 7 hours. I amuse myself by trying to capture as great a variety of shots as possible. No easy task as the boat is bouncing around like some kind of wurlitzer. Amazingly I am not in the least sea sick. Clearly I still have my sea legs despite not sailing for a few years.

We avoid a few squalls which is lucky and I enjoy watching the huge colony of terns that periodically launch themselves from the shore in mesmerising clouds.

At 15.15 we weigh anchor and head back to Tortuguero. Elvin suggests I sit on the front seat. I feel like I am flying down the river as we speed our way back.

When we disembark we both have incredibly wobbly legs. It feels as though the land is moving and we are both completely exhausted. This has been a long day and boat seats are so uncomfortable. I recall our comments from back in the BVI sailing days, that pretty much anything on a boat is more comfortable to sit on than the seats!

Fortunately we have booked a massage and it was bliss. Afterwards, we were almost too tired and relaxed to walk to a restaurant for dinner and jet lag is definitely playing its part. We found a very rustic bar where we ordered a beer and medium sized pizza. Glad we did not order a large one. It was huge….and delicious.

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