Hiking: 0, Biking: 0, Rafting: 0
Call me lazy but my legs were so grateful for a day off. And what a super cool middle of nowhere relaxing place to hang out and do nothing. Not to mention the best night’s sleep by a country mile.
The main communal area was a two level pagoda. At ground level was a kitchen and dining area with bench seating, while upstairs was a chill out zone with comfy seats, hammocks and a great view over the grounds.
I had my first morning coffee in a hammock at dawn, listening to the birds brazenly announce their presence. And that was pretty much how the day progressed. I moved from hammock to armchair and back to hammock. Every now and again I’d feel the need to go a bit further to stretch my legs, but nothing more strenuous than meandering downstairs for another coffee, or roaming the grounds on the lookout for photo opportunities.
This being Costa Rica in the dry season, of course there were rain showers. But this was a whole different experience from being out there in the elements. I casually glanced up from my kindle, watching the rain pour in rivulets from the roof and here was I, dry as a bone and happy as.
Being such an active group, it wasn’t long before some of the Filthy Riders got itchy feet. While a few of us remained in the peaceful haven of the camp, the others went off for a swim in the river.
As late afternoon turned into evening, there was a slight problem. The bottles of red wine we’d put aside for dinner somehow didn’t make it into the raft and therefore shock horror, no wine to have with the most delicious spag bol. Luckily, our guide Fez saved the day with a hastily rustled up cocktail of local sugarcane rum and some limes from a nearby tree.
