Following on from Part 3, we travelled over to the Arenal volcano, the most active cone in Costa Rica and one of the world’s most active volcanoes. The last major eruption was in 1968.
We stopped at a checkpoint hut, where we changed for a cycle ride, but the cloud was low, and rain was threatening, so we didn’t get any decent photos of the volcano, and after a wet ride, returned to the hut to get dry and changed.
Our stop this evening was in Sarapiqui region where they grow banana, pineapple and palms.
I realise I haven’t mentioned much about Costa Rica in general – it is very progressive in its Environmental policies, and hopes to become carbon neutral next year.
It doesn’t have an army, USA looks after its security, and has spent the money on education instead.
The lodge is next to the Sarapiqui river, and they feed the birds in the central lawn, so the afternoon was spent with out binoculars in hand.
a little bird that flew into the restaurant and landed on our guide’s shirt.
the bird table
Woodpeckers trying to take over
The lawn was home to dozens of tiny strawberry, or blue jean frogs, that chirruped constantly.
That evening there was an optional bat viewing trip, which we decided to miss, but when we strolled around the cabins, found our own bats in plain view, roosting under the roof of one of our huts.
The second day started with a jungle walk, where we saw lots of creepy crawlies, and birds of course. We stopped for lunch next to a pineapple plantation, and our guide cut fresh pineapples for us to eat – you’ve not tasted real pineapple until you have one that fresh.
That afternoon we had the best activity of the trip – a zip wire through the rain forest.
After a climb up through the forest, and then up ladders up the trees, we then travelled down a series of zip wires, ending with a long wire across the river.
I will drag you away from exotic travels for a quick trip to the Peak District, while its fresh in my mind. Having had a busy Christmas and start to New year 2020 with appointments etc, we decided to escape for a couple of days before my granddaughter arrives on the scene.
As the weather has been very wet, we opted to leave Connie campervan at home, and go Airbnb. After a busy day, we arrived in the dark, and settled in with an Indian takeaway. The cottage was very cosy, and quiet despite being on a busy junction, but had no garden or yard to let the dogs out.
The following morning was bright and sunny, so we set out to investigate the town, starting with the park.
Next to this splendid park is the Pavillion Gardens. Sadly, dogs couldn’t go in, but the shop was full of goodies, arts, crafts and food I would have loved to buy, but I restricted myself to a souvenir pencil.
and we continued through the park
and on up to town.
There are lots of elegant sandstone buildings, all very gentile and lovely, with interesting shops.
We found an arcade with bright stained glass roof and a little cafe up the steps that allowed dogs in.
Having warmed up with a Baileys Hot chocolate, we wandered round to the Crescent, which is a full semi-circle, unlike Baths’ Crescent, and is currently being converted into a spa hotel.
It should be very splendid when complete, Buxton is a spa town, as warm waters rise here.
After taking advantage of the bread and scones kindly left by the cottage owner, we set off to the Monsal trail for a walk. This is a 8.5 mile walking and riding track made from a railway that closed in 1968, and it is well surfaced and almost flat, so a good walk for soggy days.
We started at the Buxton end, where a pay and display car park starts the walk along the river, then up some steps to the viaduct above and the start of the trail. In summer there is a cafe and cycle hire shop near the start.
The Pulis enjoyed the chance to run around, and we saw a dipper and some mandarin ducks in the river.
There are several tunnels along the route, some short, others longer and lit during daylight hours, so check your time before you go in winter. This photo is a long exposure, and I’m not that steady, but it gives the idea.
Look away now if you are scared of heights, as the path goes over some impressive viaducts, crossing the river and road many times.
Millers Dale station has a cafe if you need a break along the way. We turned around not far after this, and retraced our path back to the start.
We had planned to dine out in Buxton that evening, but eventually decided to fetch fish and chips, a rare treat for us, and sit by the fire with a glass of wine.
Wednesday was leaving day, so up and packed. Ian wanted to visit the marvelous Scriveners bookstore just around the corner, and they allowed myself and the dogs to sit in a cosy chair while he browsed the 5 floors.
We then set off for The Roaches, a prominent rocky ridge above Tittesworth Reservoir. The weather was putting on a great show, with sunshine interspersed with cloud and mist and fog. On the way there I had to stop to catch the wide scene.
At first we thought this might be a waste of views due the fog dropping, but were relieved when it lifted.
There is a moderately steep climb up to the ridge, and it was muddy and rocky, which made some of it hard going, as we kept the dogs on lead for safety. But the views were awesome.
View down to Tittesworth reservoir
Along the top there are pools and views across the moors, as well as the rock structures.
The walk down involved a climb down steps carved into a sunken path between the cliff rocks. There were a couple of school parties enjoying the climb too, but from the size of the laybys, it must get very busy in summer.
There is a private house set against the cliffs near the bootm, and the path goes through old larch woods.
We finished our visit with a rest at Tittesworth reservoir visitor centre, where it was luckily warm enough to sit outside as dogs were not allowed in. We had a tasty bacon bap, and set off for home after a good break.
After a tranquil nights sleep, we were woken by the sounds of the jungle, and some cheeky white faced Capuchin monkeys crawling around the site.
Any food we took into our cabin had to be shut away in the lockable cupboard, as these monkeys happily climb in and raid the cabins.
Todays activity was a Nature walk, and boy, did we see nature!
The scarlet macaws are very noisy, but you wouldn’t believe how well they hide in trees.
After all that adventure, Ian decided to try the sloth way of life
And another sunset to end day 2 here
Day 3 activity was snorkeling on the reef, one of my favourite activities, but Ian is not a great swimmer, so was not as excited.
Off we set in a small boat to the island of Cano would could see from camp.
En-route, our guide spotted a sea snake swimming along – these are deadly, and can jump from the water, so after a quick look we moved on
A few other boats were visiting the reef, but it was very organised, and I was soon enjoying the sea life
Eventually I had to end this adventure and head back to the lodge.
This was our last night here, but we ended with a night nature walk – no photos, as it really was dark, but very interesting – we saw a tarantula hiding in a log, and narrowly avoided a venomous Fer-de-lance snake resting in a branch we crept under.
We left Corcavado Lodge by boat again, and picked up our van for the rest of the trip, plus the remainder of our luggage, as the small plane couldn’t take it all, they had arranged for some bags to be left behind.
First stop was at Canta De Ballenas Hotel, in Bahia, a short distance from the Marina Bellina National park.
I don’t seem to have many photos of this park – I think I might have forgotten to take the camera. The park is shaped like a whales tail, jutting out into the ocean.
This park has a split personallity – it has stupendous wildlife all through it, but it also hosts some of the worlds best beaches. In order to maintain the park, there is a limit on the number of people in the park at any time. Despite this, I felt some resentment to people there just to sunbathe, with no interest in the scenery or wildlife.
As soon as we walked into the park, we saw sloths, weird insects, tree frogs and spiders.
However, when we took a rest on the beach, the raccoons soon appeared, and more monkeys, all very cheeky and unafraid of the people.
You can see why the beach is so popular – Ian even had a swim – this is almost unheard of, but the water was bath temperature.
One animal we hoped to see in the park was the squirrel monkey, but none appeared. But at breakfast at our hotel Manuel Antonio the next morning, this pair turned up, sat on the kitchen roof, so we didn’t leave disappointed.
This is a throwback special. A friend has said they have booked flights to Costa Rica, and wanted to know if I had blogged my trip. This was before my blogging days, so lets do one now!
The trip was Ian and my main honeymoon, we got married the year before, but wanted to miss the rainy season, so chose February 2011 for our trip.
We had no idea where we wanted to go, and I didn’t know where Costa Rica was exactly, but this trip stood out in the travel brochures. It was also an activity trip, whereas we wanted to see the wildlife, but it turned out the best option.
Our holiday began with flights into San José, the capital, and an overnight stay at the Rosa Del Paseo Hotel on the main road through the city. It is a quaint Victorian building, within easy walking of the centre, and here we met the rest of our party and our tour guide.
The second day began with a flight from San José out to Palma Sur airport in a tiny plane, where they had to weigh us as well as our luggage, and they decided that our bags had to follow on the next plane out.
The flight was not going high, so was not pressurized – this meant it could have huge windows, giving us a great view of the scenery as we travelled.
Soon we reached a Palma Sur airport, and transferred to a coach, and then travelled down to the river Sierpe, where we were loaded onto a barge like boat, and set off towards the sea.
However, we had noticed that this boat had rather impressive outboard engines, and once out of the town, the gentle trip turned into a white water ride! Wheee.
After an hour we reached the sea, and then went down the coast to reach our next stay – the Danta Corcavoda Eco Lodge, on the Pacific Coast of the Corcadavo National Park.
There are few roads in the park, so boat is the best way to arrive, even if this meant paddling ashore from the dingy to the beach.
We carried our bags up the hill to find our lodge, a wooden building with mesh windows, and a balcony facing the ocean.
The view from our balcony.
We still had some daylight left so wandered down to the exquisite beach.
The beach was covered in tiny hermit crabs, making it appear as if the sand was alive.
Back to the lodges for dinner, and then time to relax on our balcony. My one ‘must see’ on this trip were Macaws, and on our first evening we saw several fly across the jungle between us and the sea – Wow.
Sunset across this peaceful corner of our planet – bliss.