After Becky flew home, we still had a few days left in Costa Rica. By that time, our native friend, Leo, had arrived to travel with us and answer a thousand questions I had developed over the previous seven days, about culture and language and landscape.
We decided to do one last excursion, booking a hotel for a night across the bay near the towns of Tambor and Montezuma. I had read about a beautiful waterfall there, and great snorkeling nearby.
The trip started off a lot more stressful than we expected. Given how sleepy the town of Puntarenas is, and Leo’s memories of riding the ferry as a child, we didn’t expect to see a line of cars wrapping blocks around the peninsula waiting to board the 9am ferry.
We did not make the 9am ferry. I don’t think we would have even made the 11am ferry. So, we shifted gears and rerouted to another ferry at 10am, which would take us about an hour’s drive further north from where we expected to land. We had no urgent time restrictions, and Bethany was game for more driving adventures, so we happily opted for this route!
After another hour waiting in the hot car, it came time to board the boat. Bethany had to drive the car on, and we weren’t sure if I was allowed to ride with her or not, so I got out and waited. There was an intimidating interaction with the angry ticket man yelling at Bethany in Spanish, until Leo came running back to bring the extra ticket he forgot to give her, and then we began our getaway.
Remember, Bethany was a Boat Grrrl before she became a Travel Grrrl, so, despite the stressful start, she climbed right to the top deck, face to the sun, and immediately relaxed on the ferry. It was about an hour-long ride, and I got to practice my español with Leo and his friend, Andres, while Andres polished up his own classroom inglés.
After we arrived at the dock across the bay, we disembarked and began the next leg of our journey. The roads were mostly dirt, and undergoing major construction. The drive south the Tambor Beach area was slow, pausing frequently to wait for massive earth moving equipment to finish scooping up what was left of the old road that they were replacing long stretches of. We arrived at our remote hotel, Castillo Resort, dusty, thirsty, and hoping for an early check-in.
Immediately I could tell that the woman who greeted us was not a native- her English was perfect- and she shared that she’s originally from Italy. She and her Tico sweetheart were continuously adding and improving their property, which featured just 7 modern guest rooms, delicious gallo pinto, and a gorgeous courtyard centered around a small pool. Compared to the other places we had stayed, it was a steal. It was clean and modern, and we only paid $106 (+13% tax) for our room. The best part, was that the couple also booked excursions, and by the time we had checked into our rooms, we already knew what our plans were.
We originally hoped to go to Isle Caños for snorkeling, but the excursion prices were a bit steep, and the timing was challenging, since we were only there for one night. Instead of squeezing in a trip the next day (with a generously late checkout offer by our hosts), we were surprised to learn about an evening excursion alternative.
“Night snorkeling,” they explained, “is unique to this area and this time of year.” I was intrigued. There is bioilluminescent algae that lights up with movement, which you can only see at night. Coincidentally, there happened to be a new moon the next day, so we should be able to see the stars really well, if nothing else.
So, although $50 seemed a little steep, even with free drinks, we negotiated that they bring a wine option for us non-cervesa drinkers, and went for it. None of us had ever done anything like this. In fact, Leo’s local friend shared that this would actually be his first time snorkeling at all! It seemed like a memorable experience to try out while we were there, and we all grew excited to see what was in store!
The trip did not disappoint!! We had no images or expectations in our heads, and, of course, Bethany was just happy to get on another boat. We drove down to the beach around 5pm and boarded a very small boat with another group of six Americans.
“Boarded” probably doesn’t do it justice. With heavy waves crashing in, they brought the boat as close as they could, standing about knee deep in water. Then, two strong men struggled to steady the back of the boat enough between waves to allow one or two people to jump on, shouting, “Go!GoGo!” each time it was safe for another brave passenger to board.
The trip started out with a tour up the river to see the unique habitat of the nearby mangroves. Our guides explained that the unique conditions of partially salt and partially fresh water create perfect conditions for all sorts of creatures, as we slowly puttered along, trying to spot some activity. When we turned around to return to the bay, there was a gorgeous vista of the sun setting behind the mountains.
We motored around to an empty stretch of beach, save for a couple of perros running up and down and barking excitedly to welcome the daily guests! We still had time to either swim or drink or just stare at the surroundings while we waited for it to get dark.
In the water, still reflecting the warm colors of dusk, we couldn’t yet see anything unusual. After a few minutes, however, several people were commenting about getting stung or bit by something. Then I felt it. It was tiny, whatever it was, but it was definitely real. I pulled off a tiny brown speck where the sting was felt. We tried asking the guides about it and they brushed it off. We started worrying that these uncomfortable creatures were just part of the experience. We later concluded that it was something like sea lice or sand fleas, and thankfully they seemed to disappear.
It finally came time for the show. We boarded the boat once more and drove out 20 meters from the shore. Once there, amid the inky darkness of the almost new moon, we could barely see to put on our snorkels, and I think we were all questioning what exactly we had paid for, while looking over the edge of the boat at nothing but darkness.
Ready to find out, I was the first to jump off the boat. As I emerged from my splash, I heard the rest of the party exclaiming, “Whoah! That was so cool!” I looked down and saw my hands slowly swooshing before me, completely surrounded by a cloud of glowing blue dots! I stopped moving, and they disappeared.
I dunked my face in the water and ferociously kicked my feet, in awe of the reactiveness of the microscopic creatures. At first, I was wondering if there were any glowing fish or anything more, but as I sat there, floating in the dark ocean, mesmerized by this natural phenomenon, I realized that this was completely enough. I looked up at the starry night sky, back down at the glowing ocean, and a rush of bliss came over me. It was like the stars of the ocean had come out to greet me.
When our time was up, I was the last one to get back in the boat. I didn’t want it to end. It was one of the most magical and memorable experiences I’ve ever had. I didn’t even bother to try to photograph it, because it would have been impossible to capture. If I ever get the chance again, I will definitely take it.