Attacked by Monkeys: A Costa Rican Adventure
Alie is a world traveler that has worked as a biologist, geologist, and research assistant. He studied Spanish at Tico Lingo, lived in Costa Rica for 5 months, and currently resides in Toronto.
Published February 5, 2016
It’s 7:30 in the morning and from some far off palm trees I hear the wailing of a pack of Howler Monkeys. If you’ve never been in close quarters with one of these primates, their namesake comes from a deep “howl” like call they employ to find one another without wasting too much energy. They are one of the only natural alarm clocks I never asked for and the only one I wish I could use every day.
I’m in the town of Santa Teresa, Costa Rica; it is literally at the end of a long, dry road butting against the waters of the Pacific Ocean.
Now we’re facing a group of fifteen white-headed capuchin in the province of Guanacaste, one of Costa Rica’s few dry forests. Santa Rosa National Park has sweeping views of volcanoes, endless forest and one of the most beautiful beaches I’ve ever touched. The long trail to the bottom was not like any I’ve ever been on in the United States and the flora and fauna were dense and unique. Costa Rica is said to be the most biodiverse country in the entire world. Home to some 500,000 species of plant, critters, fungi, and humans alike, it’s no surprise that North Americans rally to the nation in droves to experience its compact natural wonder.