The Costa Rica Diaries: The False Alarm and the return to Nicoya

I was talking to a friend this morning and she asked if it is next weekend that I return home. My flight home has seemed blissfully far away up until this point, and it’s crazy to think we only have a week and a half left. I’ve already requested a roast dinner for when I get back to Wales.

ANYWAY, it turned out that the arribada was a false alarm. It just happened to be a large group of turtles that decided to nest together, and that combined with the fact that the crocodile lake has overflowed and joined the sea has caused further problems. Patrolling was interesting after, since we were forced to go through the river to get to the rest of the beach. It sucks that we didn’t get to see it, but we’ve been very fortunate to see so many turtles including a leatherback, and it’s definitely been an eye opening, humble and thrilling adventure.

In the meantime, due to the confusion we ended up with more free time than we had planned. One truck ride later and we found ourselves at yet another beach, this one littered with souvenir stores. One of the things I loved about our stay in Ostional is the amount of time we’ve been able to spend in the ocean. Sure there’s the risk of rip tides, but as long as you keep an eye on which direction the water is pulling you it’s perfectly okay. Waves were jumped, sand ended up everywhere and skin got burned. Standard day trip really.

Today I had my last portion of rice and beans (hopefully for the foreseeable future) and hopped on our favourite air conditioned bus to return to Nicoya. Back in the best homestay house ever, I had a plate of pancakes in front of me in minutes and later on we had chicken with a chinese style sauce and MASHED POTATO. Most of the past week has consisted of us fantasisting over the home comforts we wanted as soon as we land on British soil, and as much as I’m in favour of exploring new cultures, I feel like rice and beans three times a day may potentially shred my digestive system if it continues, I don’t know how some of the others have managed.

Tomorrow we have a seven hour bus journey to look forward to in order to get to Laguna del Lagarto. My Spotify playlist is ready and I’ve had two naps today, so what could go wrong? (Hopefully no one will vomit down the side of the bus again).

The Costa Rica Diaries: The calm before the storm

The number of turtles arriving in Ostional has been increasing.

We knew a series of sleepless nights were impending, despite the fact we were worn out, getting irritable due to the heat and each of us bearing an impressive number of insect bites. If our original plan had followed through, I would currently be lounging by a pool, definitely with yet another book (how I’ve got through ten already I don’t know) and hopefully a cocktail.

However, with more turtles deciding to lay their eggs and the quarter moon looming, we knew the chance to have a weekend away was slipping through our fingers. Luckily we were offered a compromise and instead we were told to have the afternoon off to have some downtime before a potentially busy weekend and we all trotted off to a neighbouring beach.

That day’s form of transport was not the minibus we have all grown to know and love (mainly for the aircon) but the back of a truck. The thrill seeker in me loves the more relaxed attitude down here, as we felt the wind in our hair and we braved sitting on the edge of the trailer until my pins and needles got unbearable after we all rammed ourselves in. Growing up I spent most of my time in cars that repeatedly beeped at you until you had your seatbelt on, so the stark difference was astounding, and much more fun. (Sorry Mum)

We got to the beach, had a couple of beers, and a couple of us braved the much more fierce waves of this part of Costa Rica. We got to chill, laugh and enjoy each other’s company after a tense few days and we returned feeling much more elated and calm.

So when we heard that the arribada could happen that evening, we were sent into disarray. No one knew what procedures followed, us folks in homestays had no idea when we would need to be at the research station, and it was an even worse scenario for those without internet. We woke up tentatively the next day to find that nothing had changed and we had another day to ourselves other than the usual night patrol.

Yesterday we ended up playing football on the beach. I discovered a hidden goalkeeping talent, we bonded with the other volunteers that hadn’t come from the university and I accidentally injured an Italian guy’s shin defending my goalposts.

This morning, people who aren’t ridiculously heavy sleepers like me were woken to a siren at 5am, announcing the arrival of more turtles, announcing that eggs can now be collected. Families rushed out of their houses to make the most of the opportunity and locals offered their help in the event that is what Ostional is known for. I woke up three hours later to a series of messages in our group chat.

Today we woke up to an arribada.

The Costa Rica Diaries: The Great Turtle Sighting

Let’s paint a picture first. With words. On a website. With no paint or pictures involved (actually I lie, there’s one on the header).

It’s 7 in the evening. You’re already hot from Ostional in general, you probably haven’t packed enough clothes and there’s so many insects you could repopulate the universe with just mosquitos. It’s heat like you’ve never felt before, but here you are- clad in black (and probably sweat) ready for your first shift volunteering at the turtle conservation centre.

You get assigned a group and off you trot, trying to power walk down a beach when you’ve done very few gym sessions beforehand and you’re continuing to regret it. You feel the burn in your calves and your thighs, as you also regret having legs the size of a T-Rex’s arm. You continue speeding along anyway, constantly on edge in fear of birds, animals you haven’t seen before and just things in general appearing from nowhere, especially since you’re only permitted to use dim red lights to protect the turtles.

Morale was low, some people were feeling ill, others had a really grim homestay to deal with (but that is not my story to tell) and we were dreading the next ten days.

But then we saw a turtle.

Excitement escalated faster than my sprint to the kitchen when food has been cooked. The more experienced volunteers immediately set to work handing out books to record data, tape measurements to… measure, I guess, and a stop watch along with various other gadgets- all while we stood around flustered, excited, and unsure about what to do.

Everything fell into place. We counted eggs, measured her shell, tagged her and recorded data from the climate outside to the area that we were in. It was incredible to witness. It reminded me of being in Monteverde on the night walk with the animals and the tour guide saying “It’s okay to take photos, but you must first take a photo with your eyes”. 

We saw a second turtle, a more cheeky one this time who decided after ten minutes of digging that it didn’t want to lay any eggs and dashed off down the beach away from us before we had the chance to take measurements. A chase ensued, but there was a chase to come that would make that seem like Baby Park on the DS Version (and maybe the Wii?) of Mario Kart.

Next thing we knew, a guy had legged it over to inform us that there was a leatherback turtle on the beach. However, it was right at the other end of the beach. Many kilometres away. If we didn’t move quickly we would miss it. We legged it like the guy before us.

We powerwalked, we tried to jog, and at this point I was definitely more swear than human. Half an hour later we made it, and we were just in time to see a LEATHERBACK TURTLE LAY SOME EGGS.

She was about my entire height in length and much wider than me, and it reminded me how I’ve been able to experience more things this month than most people get to see in a lifetime. She took a long time to lay, which gave me a chance to recover from the trek down the beach, and then took even longer to turn around and return to her true home: the ocean.

I feel so fortunate to have experienced this on my first day, and I’m very much ready for the next week or so, even if my limbs will disagree.

Pura Vida ❤

The Costa Rica Diaries: Turns out we do have WiFi in Ostional

Before I talk turtles to y’all, I want to talk about last night, my last night in Nicoya.

All of us were feeling a wee bit emosh after we were given our diplomas for spending two weeks procrastinating revising the subjunctive by gabbling in Spanish about our new favourite meal: rice and beans (I joke) and what sort of thing we were feeling for lunch that day (usually Chinese food). They also gave us a Costa Rican hipflask, and on that adorable note I would like to extend my thanks to the wonderful, inspiring and amusing teachers at the Academia Español Nicoya.

The next day us 15 groggy, tired, and in some cases hungover students once again jumped on a bus and were driven for a million hours on yet another bumpy road: this time, to Ostional. We were very wary about this stage in the trip as we were told there would be very little internet, the houses were much more basic and we had ten long days of volunteering ahead of us.

I was pleasantly surprised to have exceeded my quite low expectations, and here I am, sat on my bed under my mosquito net tent surrounded by a Chester Zoo’s worth of farm animals. Although I’m probably about to hit peak levels of the number of bites I’ll have on my limbs, I’m sweating off most of my body weight and I can hear literally everything within a 100m radius, everything is going to be okay.

Thus begins a new chapter, and with an open mind it’ll all fall into place.

Pura Vida amigos

The Costa Rica Diaries: Don’t fear the ball, be the ball

The past few days have consisted of a lot of anxiety for me. Yesterday we had a meeting about the second stage of our adventure and if I wasn’t wearing my sunglasses people would clearly be able to see how overwhelmed I felt. There was so much to do in so little time. I didn’t think I would cope. I didn’t think I was coping. I didn’t think my Spanish would be good enough. I wanted to sleep for a few days and recharge.

Today we went to Nosarita, a tiny town where we played football with the locals and we were encouraged to interact, and I have noticed how doing something together which involves actions rather than words can be just as effective as communication. Especially since, upon arrival, it started pouring down with rain.

We’re accustomed to rain, of course. However, we’re also accustomed to scurrying indoors as soon as the first raindrop comes into contact with our heads, retreating to the warmth and safety of our home comforts. Here we embraced the rain. Here, we played football (and by “played” I mean I walked up and down the pitch many times and I hit the ball once) as if the rain didn’t exist. The ridiculousness of the event broke the ice between us and the locals, and also us as a group. Only a handful of us had any actual skill, so of course we were completely thrashed, but I don’t think there was a point where I stopped laughing- or being bitten.

However while we were squirming due to the ants and other insects, and complaining about the rain squelching in our shoes and flattening our hair, the locals carried on. They weren’t wearing shoes, they were laughing with us (or more likely at us), and lived the lives that they always had done. We’re so reserved, and fearful, and scared of taking risks.

There’s also the impending lack of wifi in Ostional that is looming over us. Although I’ve embraced the peace that comes with disconnecting, the fact that my first port of call when I’m in a pickle is to message a friend is now going to be the one thing I won’t be able to do. I won’t have that safety net, and as much as proper super official adults will tut and reminisce on the times when mobiles didn’t exist, I’ve grown up, especially in my teenage years, with the internet as a constant part of my life.

Sometimes you just need to let go and live- and you know what? I’m going to do just that.

The Costa Rica Diaries: On the topic of water

These days, whenever any of my friends have a problem my go to response is “have a drink of water and rehydrate” and it seems to be effective. Here, obviously it’s even more important to have water on hand 24/7 as we’re constantly hot and sweaty. Very attractive I know.

So armed with our bottles of water, this weekend we went on a trip to see the more renewable, eco-friendly and green side of Costa Rica. As I mentioned in the last update, on Friday night we stayed in Monteverde, but then on Saturday I left the reading spot I had become incredibly attached to and we went to Arenal.

What we were about to experience was one of the most traumatic journeys ever for our naïve little student selves. The roads were bumpier than ever, like a three hour long drive down my back lane at home, and then we had to travel on a boat across a lake in order to reach the hotel. It was pouring down with rain, we couldn’t sit anywhere and stay dry and although the views were again wonderful, we were all feeling quite tired and grumpy.

Obviously what we needed was an evening in a luxury spa resort next to a volcano. With 8 pools to drink cocktails and splash eachother in, we all got to relax and truly unwind after a very long and busy first week. As someone who rarely feels fully relaxed, I savoured it, and it felt wonderful. I feel like I’m definitely a water baby, even though my hands were more pruned than a prune itself it felt very much like luxury and I would happily return again. Although it wouldn’t be the same without the 14 people I’ve spent all my time with this week, and will do in weeks to come.

This morning we had a different water related experience, and something that would be much more difficult to replicate anywhere else. We left our second hotel in two days and after a breakfast which sadly didn’t involve any hash browns, we trotted off to the La Fortuna Waterfall and Lagoon. Unlike yesterday, the water was incredibly cold, however for me it was a nice change from the heat that we’re slowly getting accustomed to. Although there were signs that said that you shouldn’t get too close to the waterfall, it was almost impossible to get near it anyway, as I kept getting buffetted towards the rocks whenever I tried to get anywhere and water was spraying in my face- splattering my sunglasses and obscuring my vision. However the biggest challenge we were to face (along with climbing up the gazillion steps after) was getting over the rocks in order to be reunited with our things. My T-Rex arms and stumpy legs weren’t much of a match for the giant rocks and if it wasn’t for the help of other people I would have been destined to be trapped there forever.

Do not fret though, one touristy tshirt later I am back in Nicoya with the best homestay tico fam, ready for an early night.

The Costa Rica Diaries: The Adrenaline Rush

The last few days have been insanely busy. How I’ve managed to juggle classes, socialising, spending time with my host family, homework from the academy and sleep, I still don’t know.

I’m currently writing this while we’re driving on the bumpiest road in the entire universe, but I’m going to start from a few days ago when we hiked up Cerro de la Cruz.

The views from the top were spectacular, but the walk up was so steep and difficult that it was not for the faint hearted, or one who had been slacking at the gym in the last few weeks. Speaking of views, I’ve definitely not been short of them this weekend, but more on that later.

The following day we were pushed to the limit again during an afternoon at Samara beach. Here we kayaked to an island, which I found surprisingly easy after the hike, and then we went snorkelling. What I could see was incredible, but being short sighted it was difficult to identify anything amongst the merging coloured blobs. The surfing lessons later on proved to be more of a challenge too, however I ACTUALLY STOOD UP ON THE BOARD. I tried.

After a much more relaxing day Thursday, after that we jumped back onto the air conditioned minibus we all know and love and travelled to Monteverde, where we stayed in a hostel right in the midst of what they call a cloud forest. The views here were beautiful, and I found a swinging hammock where I read Hidden Figures (potential review material?) and later that night we went on a walk through the forest on the search for as many insects and snakes and other animals, which was also incredible until I got attacked by a million ants who had found their way into my walking shoes. However the guide was lovely and we were followed by a cat (which the others named Bella). That night I went to go and shower only to find a scorpion, and even though I’ve showered with a cockroach this week I was not ready to cause further injury to myself. Repellent is my new best friend.

This morning was just as intense, but in a different way. As a lover of heights and the views that come with it, I was so excited for the Zip Wire canopy tour, and it didn’t disappoint. I also got the opportunity to go on a Tarzan swing: a free fall drop into a swing that flew over a drop that gave me bonus views that were incredible to witness. These aren’t just mountains and trees- they truly are WONDERS.

Tonight I’m in Arenal and we’re going to hang out with some volcanoes for a bit, so Pura Vida and all that and I’ll catch y’all the next time I have wifi.

The Costa Rica Diaries: Today we got very lost 

Today was stressful.

Firstly we started classes, so to all the people who think I’m on a cute little holiday can now tone down the banter. I’m being productive, I swear!

It started off with two parrots flying into the electricity wire resulting in a lack of coffee in the morning, lights, and internet (the true disaster) but it was surprising how quickly it was switched back on again: cue a couple of minutes of us all staring at the ceiling exclaiming “Luz” in wonder as if we had never seen a light before in our lives, I’m guessing I’ll experience more of this as the weeks go by!

So we made it to the school in one piece, I managed to get my caffeine fix and everything fell back into place again. I was taught more grammar, which is probably a good thing as mine is shocking, and then we were released into the wild- by which I mean the small town of Nicoya.

It started off fine, we went on a little tour of Nicoya and one free ice cream later (with condensed milk inside???) we ended up at the pool. It was that warm, that the water in the pool was not cold at all, but it was still refreshing. We had a laugh, some people braved cannonballing into the pool and splashing us all, but it was nice to have a swim outside, and we were all under the happy illusion that you tan better in the pool, whether it’s true or not I don’t know.

I’ll tell you one thing though. I have burned. I don’t have sunstroke or anything, but no matter how much factor 50 I appply it does not seem to be enough. Apparently I’m a lovely shade of salmon, which is nice. I’m definitely covering up more for the next few days.

Then we decided to return home to do some work before our dance class, because they have given us HOMEWORK which is an absolute travesty. It took us two hours to get home.

Although the houses are all the colours under the sun, balamory style, the streets look the same, there are no road signs, and we’ve been brought up to never talk to strangers. We walked around in the blazing heat, with flip flops that shredded our feet and swimwear that was still slightly damp from the pool. It may not have been the best idea. (Sorry parents)

But it’s okay. We’re safely home, we got to explore Nicoya, our homestay family are still lovely and thanks to Mum I have every first aid item under the sun to tend to my wounds.

It’s going to get hotter, but I’m sure tomorrow will be better. Even if we do have a two hour long hike.

PS: No one can pronounce my name at all. The struggle is REAL.

The Costa Rica Diaries: Settling in

Somehow I, a girl who hasn’t ventured outside Europe ever or outside the UK in a very long time, has hacked an 11 hour flight and rocked up on the other side of the world. Customs didn’t make me want to die a death after the last disaster, I stayed awake for two solid days and now I’m pretty much settled in with the loveliest homestay family ever (to be fair this is my first but they’re great).

I’m staying in a little baby town at the moment and it’s so peaceful. The people here are so positive, literally everyone has a dog and I’m enjoying the food. One of my main missions here is to embrace the local culture and food as much as I can and so far, everything is aokay! I don’t think I’m going to eat any rice or beans after this trip- not out of dislike but out of the sheer amount of it!

There are some drastically different customs- I’m just about getting the hang of putting loo roll in the bin rather than the toilet itself, and they are so chill about bugs to the point where one was just placed in my hand by one of the girls I was staying with (it was completely harmless no one died). Tomorrow I start attending Spanish classes which could be completely disastrous, but yknow, there’s worse things.

They have Netflix, they have coffee, they have internet (for now), so I’m sure everything will fall into place, including my sleeping pattern.

For now, hasta pronto.

The Costa Rica Diaries: Expectations

I’m writing this in the comfort of my favourite armchair, my Mum is on the sofa about a couple of metres away from me, I’ve had a couple of cups of coffee and a curry is on the way.

Not to say that I won’t have any of these things at all this time tomorrow, but the change in environment will definitely not be what I’m used to. This time tomorrow I’m going to be in Costa Rica.

This is a big deal for me. Firstly, because I’ve never ventured outside of Europe. Secondly, because my parents will be stuck on the other side of the world. Thirdly, because this time last year I was in a completely different place mentally.

It’s going to be fun. I’m hoping to grow as a person, I’m ready to embrace the culture and the lifestyle, but it’s going to be a challenge.

But yes, I have nothing to expect, nothing to assume, and everything to learn.