On December 23, we flew from LAX to meet our friends in Denver, where we continued together to Costa Rica. They are getting married here tomorrow!
When we landed, they proceeded to the resort town that will host their nuptials, while we boarded a tiny plane to somewhere far more remote.
Our van picked us up at the just-as-tiny Aeropuerto de Palmar Sur.
We deboarded in the village of Sierpe and hopped on a small motor boat.
We passed popular resorts in Drake Bay. We passed all the people. We passed other boats. We rode our boat for an hour and 25 minutes. Then we were there.
The middle of nowhere.
The middle of nowhere is called the Drake Bay Rainforest Chalet. Located on the northernmost point of the Osa Peninsula, it is beyond isolated. We saw only four other people during our entire stay -- our hosts Tracie and Gianfranco (whose home is nearby) and their assistants Alexis and Edward, whom Mr. Monkey lovingly called our sherpas.
Upon landing, we were greeted by all four of these wonderful people and hiked 15 minutes through the rainforest to our chalet.
Can you believe this was what we found in the middle of nowhere?
As you can see, all the "walls" were actually windows. You can do that when there is nobody else around.
At this point, I'd like to say that Tracie and Gianfranco may possibly be the two nicest people in the world. I will talk about them at length in a later post, but our first glimpse of their hospitality extended beyond their warm welcome on the beach -- Gianfranco cooked a complete meal for us to enjoy as we walked into our bucolic oasis. A glorious aroma filled our kitchen, and we noshed without lifting a finger.
Not far from our chalet were a waterfall and a river. We took advantage of both after our long journey to the middle of nowhere.
Next: Scoping out the animals in El Parque Nacional Corcovado.