Kayaking on the Savegre with Rafiki Safari – Activity Guide

As we paddled along the channel that we were one, it got smaller and smaller, and as I was starting to feel a bit like Alice in Wonderland at this point, it got curiouser and curiouser.


Over the course of 9 months in 2017, my partner and I sold all of our possessions, including 2 vehicles, and a house full of stuff. In order to sell the house for its maximum value, we also completed 3 months of renovations that had been lingering for over 3 years. We wrapped up 2 businesses and left a town and tight knit community that we both cherished. We did all of this in order to seek out a life of freedom, away from the hustle and bustle of the 9-5 life, but most importantly, we did it so that we could travel. This is our story…….

Last week we had the good fortune to go kayaking with one of the local tour operators here in Matapalo, Rafiki Adventure Tours.

We started out early, leaving the beach in Matapalo at 7:30am by vehicle and arriving on the lower section of the Savegre River around 8:00.  We were told by our guides that the Savegre is one of the cleanest rivers in Costa Rica, and possibly all of Central America.  Apparently there is very little in the way of settlements along its banks, which gives it this distinction.


We got all loaded up and then pushed off into the river.  The river is very slow moving in this section, and it’s a great spot to just drift downstream while taking in all of the early morning bird life along the banks.

We saw many types of birds including the Great Blue Heron, Tiger Heron, Green Backed Heron, Black Necked Stilt, Cormorant plus the usual suspects, Vultures and Pelicans.  There were many other small ones tucked into the grasses along the shore lines, and quite often the guide would be telling us there was something there, but I coulnd’t see what it was no matter how hard I tried.

Sights such as this were common as we drifted by.  This is a Cormorant.
This is the beginning part, just after putting in.  It was the fastest moving section of water we were on, and really wasn’t too fast at all.


We eventually drifted down to the mouth of the river, but because of the way it turned before hitting the beach, we weren’t caught up in a rush of water that was pouring out into the ocean, like one would expect.  Instead, we lazily drifted over to a beach section that had a small shelter erected on it.  Apparenlty this is a good spot for a snack, and also, we were told, camping.  Many families come and camp in this spot, enjoying the river and the ocean, in close proximity.

As we came to this spot, we could see the waves breaking in the ocean, just over the crest of a sand bank that was blocking the water from coming into where we were.

A look at the waves hitting the protective sand bar.
The little shelter that has been erected for campers and kayakers to take a break.
If you look closely, you can see the waves breaking in the distance, but not coming into where we were drifting, plus the little shelter that we were heading to is on the left.

After asking the guide if there was a worry about Crocodiles in the area, I went for a quick swim in the fresh water.  It was much cooler than the ocean, and was very refreshing as it was already brutally hot out.  It wasn’t until after I got out that he told us that in the winter, the crocodiles are a common sighting on the surface, however, with it now being summer, and the river is busier with traffic, they usually hide down below the surface and aren’t seen as much.  So I guess I didn’t really hear his response when I went for the swim!  However, crocodiles aren’t usually interested in eating people, but I wouldn’t want to push my luck with that!  It was a quick swim either way!

After having a few snacks, we set out on a side tributary of the river that wound it’s way along the shoreline, but was encased in thick mangroves.  As we paddled along, the channel that we were on, got smaller and smaller, and as I was starting to feel like a bit like Alice in Wonderland at this point, it got curiouser and curiouser.

Still in a fairly wide section.
Starting to wonder where we were going.
Ended up in this tiny mangrove channel for about an hour!

As you can imagine, trying to paddle in the tight mangrove channel was quite interesting.  More than once I got my paddle caught on a root on one side, and then caught on the other at the same time, and my progress would come to a screeching halt as my chest hit my paddle and stopped me dead.  There was a lot of splashing and paddles clanking tree roots from the whole crew as we slowly snaked our way through this section.  At one point I decided that I was going to separate my paddle and only use one side, but trying to maneuver a kayak like that , with one paddle, turned out to be more difficult than getting my paddle caught on the roots.  I admitted defeat pretty quickly, and went back to clanking mangrove roots with my paddle instead.  The whole process was a bit of a test of patience, but at the same time, a really cool experience.

We saw monkeys jumping through the mangroves and once in a while one would come to the edge and poke it’s head out to see what we were up to.  I kept a careful look out for crocodiles, feeling like if I was a crocodile, I would definitely want to hang out there.  But thank fully we didn’t see any as it would have been quite close quarters!  We didn’t really see any other wildlife in this section, as the massive tangle of mangrove roots would make it quite hard for most animals to navigate I would think.

Eventually after much paddle clanking, we emerged from our tiny Chanel and found ourselves on a different river, the Portalon River.

Emerging on the Portalon River
This is a different type of Mangrove Tree, there were a few different types that we saw.
Our guide up ahead.
We had to navigate under a few trees, this one was a breeze but others were more of a limbo.
Like this one!  This photo was taken by another guest on the tour, Viola Kerner.

The end of our journey turned out to be the most entertaining part of all!  As we approached the pull out, there were two troops of monkeys that started having a bit of a yelling match at each other.  It turned out that we were right in the middle of them all, and as we stood there, the jungle erupted in screeches and yells, and monkeys baring their teeth at each other.  When it first began, I thought they were mad at us for being there!  Seeing the monkeys bare their teeth like that, suddenly felt very scary, and my immediate thought was that they were going to attack us!  But the guide said that they were fighting with each other, and as we stood there, it became apparent that they weren’t really paying attention to us at all, but were in fact screeching at each other.

Monkeys on one side of our pull out
Monkeys on the other side. You can see how close the one was to our kayak! They actually were running and jumping across it.
This is another image by Viola Kerner.  As you can see, the normally playful and curious monkeys were NOT happy!

After watching the monkeys for about 5 minutes, and finally hearing their screeches and yelling fade off into the jungle, we all laughed in disbelief.  Our guide told us that that was certainly NOT a normal occurrence, and even he was shaking his head with the hilariousness of it all.

There couldn’t be a more perfect vehicle to finish the day off with!

We loaded up the old rusty Rafiki Safari jungle mobile, and after jokes from our guide about possibly needing to push it to get started, it fired up without hesitation.  We headed off back to Matapalo bouncing along a tiny dirt road that indeed felt like it was straight out of an African safari, matching the feeling of the vehicle that we were riding in.  One almost expected to see giraffe heads poking up above the foliage, but the only animal we did see on the way back, was a tiny baby sloth, curled up in a ball high up in a tree.  With the amount of close encounters with sloths that we have had already this year, this was certainly not our highlight of the trip!

The bumpy road back to Matapalo.

All in all, it was a great day.  We arrived back to Matapalo by lunch time, and were able to enjoy the rest of the day.

I would highly recommend this trip to anyone who is visiting this part of Costa Rica.  Our guide was knowledgeable and friendly, and the trip was certainly a great experience!

Thank you Rafiki for such a great time!

To book this trip you can contact Rafiki in the following ways:

Website: www.rafikisafari.com

Email: rafikisafari@gmail.com

Phone: 506-2777-2250 or 506-8470-1642

PLEASE NOTE:  There is no kayaking experience needed for this trip!  However, it is a little bit of a workout towards the end as we paddled upstream in the slow moving Portalon River for about 10 minutes, so being in reasonable shape is a bonus!

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Traditional Living in Costa Rica – Part 1

Over the course of 9 months in 2017, my partner and I sold all of our possessions, including 2 vehicles, and a house full of stuff. In order to sell the house for its maximum value, we also completed 3 months of renovations that had been lingering for over 3 years. We wrapped up 2 businesses and left a town and tight knit community that we both cherished. We did all of this in order to seek out a life of freedom, away from the hustle and bustle of the 9-5 life, but most importantly, we did it so that we could travel. This is our story…….

We are on day 4 of our trip, and I can honestly say already that if we had to return home for some unknown reason, that I would be content with our experience. Today was everything that I had hoped to achieve on our travels, and more!

We are currently in Monteverde, a mountaintop community, located in Costa Rica’s northern highlands. “Green Mountain”, the translation of Monteverde, couldn’t be more accurate. Every direction you look, there are plants of seemingly endless descriptions and green mountains stretch as far as the eye can see. We know this for sure, as the Air BnB that we booked is perfectly perched on the side of one such mountain, and the vista below is absolutely breathtaking. We can see all the way west to the Nicoya Peninsula, and in the right light the “Golfo de Nicoya” (Gulf of Nicoya) in front of the peninsula, dances and sparkles in the sunlight.

Read on to hear about our experiences so far…….


After spending 2 nights in Alajuela, the neighbouring city to Costa Rica’s capital city, San Jose, and feeling that we had recovered sufficiently from our dreaded red eye flight from Calgary, through Toronto, we decided to head into the interior of Costa Rica, instead of hitting the beach. We will be house sitting right on the beach for 2 months at the end of October, so we will have lots of beach time to come. The mountains were calling us.

In 2004, my last visit to Costa Rica, I had visited a small mountain town called Monteverde. I had very fond memories of this place, but such as it was back then, our main motivation was to get to the beach, so we only spent a night or two. I longed to come back to explore more of this area, and to try and get a better feel for life in the highlands.

I did a search for Monteverde on my Air BnB app, to see what would come up. There were many options in many price ranges, but as I scrolled the list, one caught my eye. “Paradise House Monteverde #2 – Farmstay”.  The description definitely called to my yearning to learn more about the Costa Rican life.  Check it out below:

Turns out that as it is the low season, and the internet had been washed out with the latest Hurricane, we got a discount and only paid $68 for 3 nights!

I quickly read it out to Chris and he said “Yes! Book it!”

Our plan was set! Here was our chance to learn about a traditional Costa Rican way of life. My goal with travelling is always to connect with locals, to see how others are living, to learn their way of life, and to share it with others. This sounded like a perfect fit! I booked 3 nights, knowing that would give us 2 full days to enjoy ourselves in a lovely, peaceful location.

3 nights = $68 CAD

With the help of our host in Alajuela, we booked a bus trip up into the mountains. Costing just $15 US (including a $5 booking fee for booking online), the bus would leave Alajuela at 3:00 and arrive at 7:00pm. In the tropics, every day of the year, it is dark by 6:00, so I knew that it would be dark when we arrived at our location. I messaged this to Orlando, our farm host, and he assured me that since they were located well out of Monteverde proper, he would arrange a transport to pick us up at the Bus stop.

The bus ride was a typical one, driving quickly down paved highways, weaving along the coastline of the Gulf of Nicoya, until all of a sudden we took a sharp, right hairpin turn onto a gravel road. After 2 hours on the road, we were finally headed into the mountains. Immediately there was a sign that said Monteverde 35km. I commented to Chris that surely it can’t take 2 more hours to go 35 kilometres. However, I was sorely wrong!

Note:  It took us almost 4 hours to reach Monteverde.  Mind you, we were on a large bus, a private vehicle is likely quicker.

Within minutes, make that seconds, I could see that YES, this definitely could take 2 hours! The road was windy, narrow, steep and seeming impossibly small to accommodate the bus that we were riding on. As we were seated in the front two seats to the right of the driver, my favourite spot to “see it all” we got a full spectacle of what was to transpire. Corner after corner, sharp curve after sharp curve, we wound our way up the tight mountain road. With the recent rains of Hurricane Nate , having wreaked havoc with many mountain roads, we witnessed a few places where part of the road was washed away down the mountain. In these instances, the bus would slowly but surely, squeeze itself down the inside lane, hugging as close as it would dare to the inside ditch, without falling into it. We also watched the Humidity indicator that was located at the front of the bus go from 50% to 90% as we approached the clouds and entered an area aptly known as the Cloud Forest. We watched numerous small frogs leap across the road, scurrying out of the way of the large bus wheels, some we knew made it, others we weren’t so sure. Never the less, we cheered them on as we saw them.

Many times we would come across another vehicle going down the road, each time both of us would squeeze as tight as we could to the opposite shoulders of the road, literally inching past each other. However, in one instance, we came head to head with a driver of a commercial utility truck. It was now dark and drizzling rain and there was clearly no way for both vehicles to pass each other on the current stretch of road.

After both vehicles flashed their lights at each other a couple times, the driver of the truck finally realized that if anyone was to back up, it was him. He jumped out of his truck to survey the situation around him, and to come up with a solution, a way to pull over so that we could pass each other. After realizing that the other driver needed assistance in backing up (so that he didn’t drive off the road and over the cliff side) our driver jumped out to direct him. The amusement in the bus was hilarious as the locals chitter chatted back and forth laughing and carrying on about the situation. I couldn’t help but think about if the same situation would have happened in Canada; Number one, there would not be a public bus driving on a road such as this in Canada (unless of course it was guaranteed to be the only vehicle driving back and forth), and Number 2, if a bus load of people were held up in this way, there would be more than one very unhappy person. However, the mood was jovial, and everyone was just happy to have the entertainment.

Finally, as our driver helped the other driver back up down the windy road, and into a slightly wider section, another man, that we had picked up at a rest stop, and who had been chatting with the driver at the front of the bus ever since, jumped into the drivers seat and started driving the bus down to meet him. Chris and I burst out laughing, as we had no idea who this guy was, but trusted that he knew what he was doing either way. What little choice did we have after all? Thankfully, he safely drove us the couple hundred meters forward to pick up our other driver, but not before passing the transfer truck and another vehicle behind it on the cliff side of the road, with mere inches to spare between us (and I’m sure mere inches to spare with the side of the road, and in turn, the cliff as well.)

I mentioned to Chris more than once that I was thankful that it was dark because although we knew that we were driving up the side of the mountain, we were unable to see just how perilous and treacherous that it was if we were to simply slide down into the abyss below.

As we started to approach a more populated area, made obvious by the lights that now lit the road ahead of us, many locals would signal to the driver to be let off in various areas. Again, NOT something you would necessarily see in Canada.

Despite all of this, we arrived in Monteverde at about 6:50pm. We departed the bus and stacked our luggage against the wall. Other travellers scampered around grabbing taxis or staring into their iPhones to figure out their next move. Nobody approached us about a ride, so I poked my head around the corner and locked eyes with a man standing next to a van. He gave me a look of approval so I walked over to him to show him the address of where we were going. Before I had a chance to do that, and much to my surprise, he showed me a picture on his phone of Chris and I! I realized that it was our Air BnB profile photo, and that our host must have sent it to him so that he knew who to pick up. “Perfecto!” I announced and patted him on the shoulder. I ran off to grab Chris and our luggage, and we were whisked away into the darkness, along another bumpy and washed out gravel road.

Unfortunately, I never did get our drivers name, but he quickly realized that I spoke a bit of Spanish, and we were able to carry out a simple conversation. He explained to me that the reason the roads were so bad was because of the extensive rains that the hurricane had deposited on the area. There were many more washed out areas along the next section of road that we travelled, and even a couple of crews working late into the night to repair them.

After about 15 minutes, we pulled into a tiny gap in a fence, and his headlights illuminated our home for the next few days. It was absolutely pitch black, but we could tell by the lights in the distance and below us, that we were perched on a hillside of sorts. He helped us with our luggage, found the key and opened the door, and then wished us well. I asked about when we would meet our host, Orlando, and he said something about “Manana”. Good enough, we would see him tomorrow.

We quickly unpacked our food and got busy with making some dinner. The house was simple, with 2 bedrooms, a bathroom and a small kitchen where we could make our meals over the course of our stay. We took turns running in and out of the front doors, both ecstatic with our location, and wanting desperately for it to be the next day, so that we could see the fantastic view that we knew was spread out before us.

But alas, we knew that we would have to wait. In the meantime, we ate our dinner, sat on our front porch, and stared off into the vast unknown. Tomorrow would bring the light and a whole new adventure!

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