I was a bit excited to get out and explore Puerto Limón today as a refreshing change from the tourist hotspots I had been basing myself at recently. This is an authentic port city with hints of its colonial past sprinkled throughout. That said, it has all the grit and grime one might expect from a city of this nature in the region.
Suitably caffeinated up, I headed off back down the hill I was now so familiar with. I had read in the guidebook you could take a public boat to the little island out in the bay and was keen to check it out. I wasn’t exactly sure where to go as the LP has of course stripped all that useful information out if it’s latest editions… So I asked a señora at the entrance to the port facility. She informed me it wasn’t possible and a charming and well spoken Afro-Caribbean man stepped in to assure me that was indeed the case. However, he could organise a private tour for me. I told him I wasn’t interested in a tour and went to walk off after politely taking his card ‘in case I changed my mind’ when another hombre approached me to tell a different story. I found out that you definitely can get a boat out to the island and he gave me directions on how to get to the boat dock.
Dodging the hectic Puerto Limón traffic to make the necessary road crossings, I walked around the port facility to a small river where a couple of passenger boats were tied up. I asked what ended up being a somewhat inebriated hombre about boats to the island and he directed me inside the adjacent building where I found a lovely hombre by the name of Eduardo who was keen to provide assistance.
Eduardo gave me the name and number of a boat operator to contact. I spoke to him for a couple of minutes but it seemed if I wanted to go out by myself it would be more than I was willing to pay. That was when Eduardo intervened and spoke to the hombre to come to an arrangement. I would join another pre-booked group leaving in 15 minutes and only have to pay AUD4. A great deal that I immediately jumped on to. Eduardo showed me where to wait and explained to another hombre on the dock what was happening so he could ensure I got picked up.
My little boat came along and I jumped aboard. We putted past tiny, wooden fishing shacks lining the banks of the river and the Costa Rican Coast Guard (another never-ending branch of the CR Police), before reaching the mouth of the river. When we got there, I realised there was a gigantic cruise ship in port I hadn’t been able to see from the other side. I didn’t see any tourists in town so I’m assuming visiting passengers were bussed off to different parts of the country for day trips. It did explain the small array of tourist trappings surrounding the port though, in case some poor passengers dared to venture out on their own.
After passing the cruise ship, we headed straight out to the island. Isla Quiribri (or Uvita as it is locally known) is quite significant in Costa Rica’s history as Christopher Columbus anchored there in 1502 on his final trip to the Americas. We pulled up at a boat dock which was in a state of great disrepair and jumped off.
I quickly found and followed the narrow little track leading off into the jungle. This trail wound its way alongside the coastline, climbing little rises to provide its trampers with stunning vistas of its surrounding terrain. On the far end of the island were the remains on an 1886 hospital run by nuns for patients with incurable diseases and further around, the remains of the monastery attached to the operation. There was also a lookout tower built by the US military during WWII.
All around the island, was thick jungle running straight down to the rocky coastline. Birds circled high overhead and flittered through the jungle canopy. On the ground, leaf-cutter ants created orderly causeways through the jungle floor. And always, the sound of the powerful surf, permeated the cicadas and bird song.
After a couple of hours, I returned back to the start and decided to go for a swim while I waited for the boat to return. Suitably refreshed, I then found a perch to wait. The boat arrived at the designated time, but the party I had crossed over with had no intention of getting in board at that stage. As I was well and truly ready to go back, I wandered over and the young boys manning the boat were happy to take me and return later for the others. I jumped on board and we zoomed back to the mainland.
Back at the boat dock, I went in and thanked Eduardo for his assistance, then walked back into town. I wanted to wander around a bit more and see some of the old, colonial buildings. I found the city markets which had been in operation since 1893, and had a poke down its narrow warren of gangways.
Eventually, I made it back up to a little restaurant I had passed several times on my way to and from the hostel. Restaurante Linda Vista certainly lived up to its name and the city lights twinkled below as I had something to eat and wash it down with an ice-cold cerveza.