Tarzan would love Tortuguero. It's his kind of
place. It lies in the jungle along Costa Rica’s Caribbean coast. There are plenty of giant vines to swing
from, canals to swim in, monkeys to befriend, critters to tame and another
King of the Jungle – the Jaguar – to compete with. There are no roads and therefore no
cars. Everything comes in by boat. And the wildlife is up close and personal.
Besides, my group wasn't the lay around type. Except for me, everyone was
homogenous in age – they could all be my kids - and diverse in culture. We had couples from Portugal, Spain, France
and California, and one other solo traveler: a Dutch girl. And everyone
was multilingual. The other Americans spoke English, French and
Spanish. The Portuguese couple spoke Spanish too. The French and
Spanish couples both spoke English. The Dutch girl ... she spoke lots of
languages. And me, I spoke American dollars because everyone understands
American dollars.
Our tour boats were never more than half full, so there was no jostling over
seating or big hats blocking the views. And everyone was courteous.
If someone rode in front first, they'd move further back the next time. Fran
(Francisco), the Spaniard was always making sure I got a good picture of this
iguana or that frog. Tom and Lisa (the Californians) were great birders
and quick to point out exotic spoonbills or toucans. And Irene, the Dutch
girl, would share her telephoto lens for looks at far off sloths and howler
monkeys.
When you come and visit the Mawamba Lodge, only the manicured
lawns distinguish where the jungle ends and the eco-lodge comfort begins. The wildlife ignores such boundaries. At first, my group was snap, snap, snapping
pictures of all the iguanas. After awhile, we were chasing them around
camp to see who could get them to run on their hind legs. It was great
fun!
And it wasn’t just iguanas. On land, we saw three-toed sloths, basilisk
lizards, poison dart frogs, river otters, salt water crocodiles, and howler and spider monkeys. During
our night walk, we saw evidence of either Baird's tapirs or Javelinas. And there were giant spiders, tiny scorpions and
enough snakes to make all of us watch where we put our hands. We didn’t see any Jaguars, but were told to “stay in camp at night”
just to be safe. We also didn’t see any
manatees. But our motor-powered
boats were prohibited from venturing into their sectioned-off canal habitats.
In the air, there were different kinds of toucans,
trogons, Montezuma oropendulas, parrots, herons, egrets, kingfishers, anhingas,
jacanas, grebes, spoonbills, hawks and kites.
There are over 300 different birds in Tortuguero. I can’t even come close to naming all I saw.
