Osa Peninsula
Moonlit waves carrying the Sea Voyager to a dawning primal Osa Peninsula. This is Central America’s jewel. It is the last ancient lowland Pacific rainforest between the Panamanian-Columbian Darien and… well… there isn’t one surviving to the north.
Call it virgin or old growth; we’re admiring a coastal gallery of incredibly thick llianas. We infer biological narratives of once tropically extensive, now disappearing and will-be forgotten worlds. Rich dabs of avian paint on the tall green wall, honeycreepers; red-legged, shiny and green.
Walking miles along shoreline forested strands and volcanic beach. Black hawk eagles, vultures, osprey. One of our team rides her Costa Rican pony between tide pools. Rocky outcrops and breaking Pacific surf creating green and black sands. Swell and longshore currents transporting amongst and away seastacks of the ancient seaward shore.
Homos and spider monkeys, crashing through a five-storied shrub and swinging in the canopy, respectively. Monkey piss shower from the 100 foot canopy! Homos laughing with our mouths closed! Corcovado's forest expresses complexity and richness and… finally delight.
Crocodile juvenile watching contentedly as we swim the cascade step pools. A basilisk duel with a smaller defending victorious! A heron bill-spearing freshwater fish. Chestnut mandibled toucans and slaty-tailed trogons rustle the subcanopy branchments.
Eventually closing the 4 mile ridgeline loop hike, we are descending to our Zodiacs when we spotted the Great Currasow pair and Giant Tinamou. It’s dusk now and a golden humidity seems tolerable. Gentle offshore winds evaporating our sweat, and a light swell on our return to Sea Voyager. In evening reflection and contemplation, this unique forest stirs and makes keen our appreciation and interest in nature tropical.
Moonlit waves carrying the Sea Voyager to a dawning primal Osa Peninsula. This is Central America’s jewel. It is the last ancient lowland Pacific rainforest between the Panamanian-Columbian Darien and… well… there isn’t one surviving to the north.
Call it virgin or old growth; we’re admiring a coastal gallery of incredibly thick llianas. We infer biological narratives of once tropically extensive, now disappearing and will-be forgotten worlds. Rich dabs of avian paint on the tall green wall, honeycreepers; red-legged, shiny and green.
Walking miles along shoreline forested strands and volcanic beach. Black hawk eagles, vultures, osprey. One of our team rides her Costa Rican pony between tide pools. Rocky outcrops and breaking Pacific surf creating green and black sands. Swell and longshore currents transporting amongst and away seastacks of the ancient seaward shore.
Homos and spider monkeys, crashing through a five-storied shrub and swinging in the canopy, respectively. Monkey piss shower from the 100 foot canopy! Homos laughing with our mouths closed! Corcovado's forest expresses complexity and richness and… finally delight.
Crocodile juvenile watching contentedly as we swim the cascade step pools. A basilisk duel with a smaller defending victorious! A heron bill-spearing freshwater fish. Chestnut mandibled toucans and slaty-tailed trogons rustle the subcanopy branchments.
Eventually closing the 4 mile ridgeline loop hike, we are descending to our Zodiacs when we spotted the Great Currasow pair and Giant Tinamou. It’s dusk now and a golden humidity seems tolerable. Gentle offshore winds evaporating our sweat, and a light swell on our return to Sea Voyager. In evening reflection and contemplation, this unique forest stirs and makes keen our appreciation and interest in nature tropical.
