Day 3 had been sort of set aside as a day we'd do the canopy tour which includes hiking and zip lining in the jungle. While this sounded appealing, I'd also decided I wanted to spend at least one more day surfing and I hoped to fish as well; 3 major excursions and only 2 days left. I mentioned my dilemma to Judith (the bungalow manager/concierge) who said that most boats would be booked and full this late in the game but that she thought 2 guys from Florida, coincidentally staying in bungalow 13 (my lucky number), had booked a full day trip (1/2 days are often an option) and that there might be room on the boat. She said she'd talk to them and gauge their interest in letting another guest tag along.
She got back to me later that day and said that they wouldn't mind me joining and that they would split the $550 fee with me. The canopy tour was the cheaper alternative ($65), but never having been sport fishing, I opted for the latter (come to think of it, I've been zip lining and hiking aplenty, but never in a jungle - still, catching dinner for the evening sounded much more rewarding than being eaten alive by mosquitoes --it rains every day in the rain forest, who knew?).
I was fishing with strangers, but didn't care - I scored a fishing trip and life was good. Judith arranged for us to meet the night before (day 2) for drinks at her place before dinner. (Picture: headed to Judith's to meet fishing buddies before night out in Jaco)
Almost immediately after meeting them Rich and Neil insisted that I NOT pay them to come on the trip, offered to have me join them for breakfast at their bungalow, have me ride with them to the marina and later insisted that I get to reel in the first bite. I insisted otherwise; offered to pay for my portion, pay them for the ride out, and gently (only gently here) resisted getting the first catch. All futile efforts. I finally convinced them to let ME cook THEM breakfast in exchange for their generosity - we had a deal.
Before heading out they tried to talk me into taking Dramamine, this being my first time out to sea on a fishing boat; much to my chagrin I refused, thinking sea sickness was merely mind over matter.
We were on the water by 7:45/8am and I'd reeled in the first bite by 10 (10-12lb dolphin aka Mahi Mahi). It wasn't until I'd dropped him so many times and he'd knocked himself silly on the deck that he was settled enough for a picture. The guide said he would have been good eating but that because Mahis get to be up to 50lbs out there it was bad form to take such a little one in. I threw him back, washed my hands and then proceeded to vomit and dry heave over the side of the boat for most of the remaining six hours of the trip.
The guys, seeing how sick I was, offered to cancel the trip and head back to shore, but I refused. I was NOT going to be the stow away GIRL that ruined their fishing trip in Costa Rica. I managed to find a spot to fry, er, lie down on the bow of the boat and waited - pulling from Lamaze to breathe through heaving - praying for time to pass more quickly.
Sadly, there was only one other bite that day thanks to the red tide- an even smaller Mahi that got away. Tough luck guys.
That night we met back up at the grand opening of a nearby yoga retreat/bed n breakfast where I met very trendy Canadians who'd relo'd to CR to jump on the real estate boom. There was cool music complete with live drums and the mojitos were delish.
Lessons/Observations from Day 3:
- Chivalry is not dead.
- Sea sickness: Mind over matter? Not so much.