After witnessing six new hummingbirds in the course of just a few minutes, I would have normally been happy to call it a good birding day and gone home. But I wasn't just anywhere; I was near the entrance to the Monteverde Cloud Forest Biological Preserve in Costa Rica, at a shop that hung several sugar water feeders on its patio. Violet sabrewings, green-crowned brilliants, and lesser violetears were among the scintillating birds competing for dominance at the hanging stations. The misty rain didn't deter any of us awed tourists from snapping photos and risking ruining our cameras. However I was actually visiting this park in search of a completely different bird, the resplendent quetzal. It wasn't surprising that the variety and sheer numbers of wildlife I was finding in Costa Rica after barely four days in the country was mind-blowing. Over the two previous days in Arenal National Park, I had counted close to forty species of birds alone. In ...
Eight nights in Costa Rica didn't sound like a lot. Neither did the five different hotels and many locations I'd be visiting. The distances between these places didn't sound like much either: only one hundred kilometers from Arenal Volcano to the Monteverde Cloud Forest, two consecutive highlights. Sixty miles wouldn't take long, right? Well that's when the math started defying my North American logic. The ride took over three hours, not counting a stop for lunch. First I had to drive around Lake Arenal, the body of water whose hydroelectric dam provides Costa Rica with twelve percent of its electricity. (Passing below towering wind turbines reminded me that ninety-nine percent of the country's total electrical energy is generated by renewable sources.) But then the pavement started disappearing from the roads along the last thirty-five kilometers or so. Initially it looked like there was a resurfacing project underway, but the...