Pottery Volunteering

After the rains subsided and we were finally able to emerge from our compound, we took a walk through Tamarindo to check out the sights.  About five minutes from our house we came upon the Guaitil Pottery Studio and I went in to see if they could use a volunteer.  Lucky for me they said sure! For the past few weeks now I have been going there frequently and have learned a tremendous amount from Arbin (who makes colorful Chorotega pots) and his wife Tricia (who makes amazing wire jewelry), who are both incredibly talented artists.

I stole some of this from a handout in the store, but here goes:

At the Guaitil Pottery Studio in downtown Tamarinido, potter Arbin creates one of a kind Chorotega pieces, an indigenous craft taught to him as a child by his mother.  In this fashion, the same traditional and ancestral techniques of the Chorotega indigenous art lives on from generation to generation as it has done for over 800 years.

 In spending time at the studio I have had the opportunity to learn a lot about this process from Arbin and by helping with each step along the way, and I have even created a few pieces of my own.  In this style of pottery, each piece is created using coil building techniques and a completely manual hand wheel, which is very difficult to get used to. The clay is made of materials found in Guaitil, a famous Costa Rican potting town (where Arbin is from) about 45 minutes from Tamarindo.  To make the clay one adds water to fine sand and clay dust, then stomps around on it as if crushing grapes for wine.  On my first day volunteering I helped to make a batch!  I knew I would like it there immediately; there is nothing better than really getting into it and making a mess..  There are no glazes in this process, so after each layer of paint is added separately, and the piece needs to be polished using small pieces of smooth plastic.  This technique gives each piece a glossy appearance in the end.  Each piece will also undergo a series of paintings and etchings.  They are then fired in a hand built kiln (made from stone and manure), using a specific wood that fires them at an extremely high temperature (this process also cooks chickens quite nicely I might add).  Each piece requires hours of work and detailing, and as with pottery in general, if something goes wrong in the last phase all is lost.  Arbin is a great teacher and offers lessons to anyone who is interested, so if you are ever in Tamarindo and want to bring a souvenir back that will last longer and contain more memories than a rain stick, then stop by his studio and check it out.  It is located in Tamarindo circle, and you can check out his website @ www.Tamarindo Pottery.com.

My second piece..

Tricia has a store right next to the pottery studio called Urban Eclectic, and features amazing wire-wrapped jewelry.  She is originally from Los Angeles, but for the past few years has been living the dream with a beachside jewelry store featuring all her unique necklaces, bracelets, earrings, etc.  I have had the opportunity to see some of her creations come together and I must say they are truly works of art!  If you’re interested in checking some out…  In addition to her shop in Tamarindo, she has a website (http://www.urbaneclectic.etsy.com/) where you can go to check out her latest creations, or even request whatever design or style you are thinking of.

I have been very lucky to have been able to spend so much time in beautiful place learning from two talented artists, not to mention two really great people.  I have learned a lot from them and I look forward to calling upon what I have learned for inspiration in the future!

Endless Summer III

The gang arrived late one night after a five hour drive in a party van, carrying with them the greater contents of the duty free liquor department. Needless to say, it did not take long before Doody was using a Doritos bag as a pillow and Ashley was passed out in the hammock.

 
The next two days we hung out around Tamarindo, and everyone displayed their greatest effort at surfing, especially Geiger, who had dubbed himself "The Great White Surfer." Although I think the ladies showed the greatest natural talent, with Ashley and Abby standing up on their first waves, we were certain that within a few days we would be getting shot out of tubes! We also spent time cultivating our skin cancer, in addition to checking out the local stores, restaurants and mixed drinks. They were also treated to the fine, cultured nightlife here in Tamarindo. While ladies often drink for free, there is always a price to pay, whether it's being hit on by sleazy locals or that hangover the next day from that strange jungle juice. We grilled and played cards and were treated to an evening of Abby’s finest jokes!

After a few days on the beach we all headed out into the wilderness to see some of what the real Costa Rica has to offer. We decided to do a combination road trip to see the Arenal Volcano and the Monteverde cloud forest. The first stop was Arenal, where a long morning of bumpy travel, put us at the base of an active volcano, which we had a nice view of from our hotel. Along the way we stopped for photos, got up close and personal with some couti mundis (who have been robbed of their wild ways by ignorant tourists!), and some of us saw a sloth for 0.5 seconds going by the car window at 70 mph. Since light was fading fast we headed to the Arenal national park and did a hike around the area, stopping to admire the massive trees and fun hanging vines, then watched the sunset over the lake. We unfortunately did not witness any spewing lava or visit that infamous German bakery, but I’m sure Derek and Luke’s tears were absorbed by their massive pancakes that morning on our way to Monteverde.

The road into the mountains on our way to Monteverde was paved primarily with potholes, but the views along the way were amazing. There were lots of beautiful trees, cows, coffee plantations, and stunning scenery of the valley bellow. As usual it took us longer than expected to get there thanks to the roads. As soon as we arrived we signed up for a cloud forest hike across hanging bridges, then set out to do an impressive zip line course. Soon enough we were harnessed and flying through and above the canopy at speeds which can make your eyes water. It was especially fun to get a unique perspective of the surrounding landscape, which made for a truly fun experience that we will not soon forget.

All that sitting in the air can really work up an appetite, and in one of our more “American” moments, we all rushed to the car afterwards to shovel down the breakfast leftovers that had been baking in the sun all day. And yes, I literally mean shovel (we used potato chips as the mechanism). In mid-gorge we looked up to see a van full of locals looking at us in horror; we probably looked like zoo animals at feeding time, that you would think were on the verge of starving to death. The fact that Ashley was loudly inquiring about the safety of eating car-baked meats did not help our cause much either I suppose.

On the way back we found ourselves driving through a small lively town at the base of the mountains called Juntas, where locals were walking through the streets, with music playing and a soccer match being played on the town's central field. Wanting to stay a bit longer, we decided to watch the end of the game and then stop for dinner and drinks to refuel. We later found out that all the liveliness was due to local elections that were being held. I also witnessed my new favorite means of advertisement, where a guy on a little motorized bike was carting HUGE speakers behind him that were blasting out political messages mixed with music. That combination is deafening and impossible to ignore!

In our last few days together we hung out around Tamarindo, enjoying more of the beach and sunsets. Abby spent some quality time drinking her new favorite soft drink, Squirt, and Ashley spent some quality time on the bathroom floor with the squirts!

But being the trooper that she is, she rallied for a sunset catamaran cruise filled with snorkeling and as much food and drink as you can put in your face, just in time to take sunset photos in a bathing suit. Sadly all journeys must come to an end, but I hope that they will take comfort in knowing that in the coldest depths of winter, while scraping ice off their windshields, I will be laying in the sun and having a siesta in a hammock ;-) and that they came come back and visit anytime!

Everyone loves a 4 a.m. wake up call!

And you thought roosters were bad!  For the first week in Costa Rica I was convinced that our neighbors were harboring some sort of hell pig, which was on the verge of death.  From the noises that that thing was making I pictured it to be pushing at least 300 pounds.  Then to my shock and amazement I discovered the noise was coming from howler monkeys that frequently swing by to forage in the trees surrounding our house.  The howler monkey is one of the loudest animals in the world, and their calls can be heard from up to three miles away.  The males are the only ones capable of producing the calls, and do so to warn other groups of monkeys that their territory is occupied.  They also issue these verbal assaults on barking dogs and lawnmowers, and probably just for fun at 4 a.m.

I particularly like how National Geographic describes them in this you tube clip:  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=REPoVfN-Ij4

I was able to get up close and personal with one outside of our house:

Visitors, Thanksgiving, and Dengue Fever

At the beginning of our third week in Tamarindo, Costa Rica, Siobhan left for a week to volunteer with a project to help sea turtles (see her blog about this topic for more information).  I continued onward with my normal routine, until later in that week when my friend Justin arrived.  His visit came as a sudden, pleasant surprise, as I got an email from him the day after Siobhan left, and greeted him at our apartment just three days later.  He had been poised to start a new job, but when the start date was pushed back two weeks, he decided to take advantage of the down time.  Having traveled throughout Europe together with our mutual friend Mark in January of 2008, we had already had a lot of adventures together.  During his time here, we spent a good bit of time surfing, eating and cooking great meals, made a successful trip to the casino in the neighboring town, and saw an epic moonbow.  We also had some visitors in the form of a couple neighborhood cats (which we named "Paloma" and "The Grey One"), and had an interesting time hanging out with them on the balcony.  Unfortunately he had to leave before Siobhan returned, so they still have not met.

 

Soon after Siobhan's return I developed a fever, but it passed for the time being and we were able to have a healthy Thanksgiving.  After a jog on the beach, we made a point to go for a quick swim, basically so that we could say we had swam in the ocean on Thanksgiving.  I had never been out of the country on Thanksgiving before, so it was a strange and somewhat sad holiday.  Fortunately we discovered that a restaurant in town was serving a traditional Thanksgiving dinner.  For $20 per person, we got a full plate of food (turkey, potatoes, green beans, beets, and stuffing) in addition to a glass of wine and a slice of pumpkin pie.  The food was quite good and helped lessen the sting of our foreign holiday, but a second helping would have been nice... after all, it was Thanksgiving!

The next morning I awoke feeling ill, and found that the fever I had briefly experienced on Tuesday morning had returned with a vengeance.  As it grew worse, my temperature began to fluctuate in the 101-103 degree range, and I alternated between waves of feeling very hot and very cold.  Being in a tropical location, where a dengue fever outbreak had occurred the summer before, and where malaria is never entirely out of the realm of possibility, I was concerned about getting treatment if needed.  Adding to my distress was simply being away from home, in an unfamiliar place with unknown (to me anyway) health care services.  I spent several days mostly laid up on the couch, but fortunately I was able to fight off the illness, and did not have to go to a doctor or hospital.  As best we can figure, I probably had the flu.

Another reason for concern over my illness, was that my friend Ryan was coming to visit the following week.  I did not want to be a vegetable during his visit, and luckily I was recovered enough that I was able to do most everything, though not always with my typical level of energy.  We spent his first day relaxing and catching up, but on the second day of his visit I felt well enough that we were able to take a trip outside of town for a zip-lining expedition in the canopy.  When we arrived at the facility, we ascended to a platform in a tree, strapped into our harnesses and then the cable, and proceeded to ride the cables from tree-top platform to platform.  Some of the lines moved pretty fast and they were all high above the ground, so it made for a fun experience.  Most of the time we rode the cables lying on our backs in the harness, but we each tried the "Superman" method as well, where with the help of the guide, we flew face first on our stomachs.

 

 During Ryan's trip we also celebrated my 29th birthday for a second time and did some surfing.  Halfway through his time here, three of Siobhan's friends arrived (Ashley, Abby, and Luke), so we all had fun hanging out together (see her blog for more information about their visit).  It has been great having so many visitors, and I continue to be thankful that my illness occurred at the best possible time.

A Turtle Eclipse of the Heart

Costa Rica is only the size of West Virginia, containing just 0.25% of the worlds land mass, yet has the distinction of containing 5% of the world’s biodiversity.  Around 25% of Costa Rica’s land area is protected by national parks, making it the country with the greatest percentage of protected areas in the world.  That being said, Costa Rica faces enormous challenges as it continues to develop.  In coming to Costa Rica, I wanted to experience first-hand some of the diversity that I have always associated with this country.  After doing some research I chose to volunteer with Pretoma, a non-profit organization.  Pretoma has projects throughout Costa Rica, working within communities, thereby  employing locals and enlisting anyone who wants to donate some time to work in the field.  The program seeks to increase environmental awareness by educating people locally and internationally about the impacts of human development on coastal regions in Costa Rica (primarily focusing on sea turtles and sharks).

                                                                                                                                                                                            There are seven kinds of sea turtles in the world, four of which frequent Costa Rican beaches:  the Olive Ridley, Leatherback, Green, and Hawksbill.   All four are endangered, two critically.  The threats to nesting sea turtles are abundant, and entirely linked to human impact, including:  long line fishing/nets with no escape enclosures, habitat destruction due to light pollution (they will not return to nest on a beach where there is too much light because the hatchlings will be confused), and poachers on the beach.

To get to the volunteering site I had a long day featuring multiple bus transfers, travelling partially washed out roads, and traversing large mountains, all paired with my fledgling Spanish.  But the trip was well worth it!  I arrived at Playa San Miguel (located on the south western coast of the Nicoya peninsula) late at night and awoke the next day to find that my backyard was the ocean.  Playa San Miguel has a population of about 300 people and about two and a half restaurants.  The beach is long with cliffs and sea slug filled tidal pools at one end, and an estuary at the other, and is almost entirely deserted at all times.   My daily routine consisted of running on the beach, eating meals at the local soda which served delicious typical home cooked Tico food (rice and beans were present for all three J), and working on the project.  Most of our work occurred at night, and involved monitoring the hatchery and patrolling the beaches looking for turtles.  The predominant type of sea turtle nesting at this site is the Olive Ridley turtle.  They are unique in that they have a shell that is wider than it is long, and are rarely known to nest in arribadas, which occurs when hundreds of turtles emerge from the sea at the same time to nest.   Each night we patrolled the beach in groups (using no lights) looking for the turtle tracks, which are about 2.5-3 feet wide, and can be found above the high tide mark.  Sometimes we would see a turtle nesting, or just follow the tracks to where the eggs were laid.

Olive Ridley turtles can lay up to 120 eggs in one nest.  They dig a tube down into the sand, which has a wider mini-cavern at the bottom where the eggs to rest; this task is accomplished using only their back flippers.  The whole process is actually quite quick, I was surprised by how fast a full grown ~120 pound marine animal can move so quickly on land.  When we came upon nesting turtles it was important not to use any lights or stand in front of them, or else they would potentially head back to the water.  But once a turtle started laying the eggs, she would become totally oblivious to us and we could take measurements of the shell and track size, then tag the flippers, and collect the eggs as she was laying them.  All of the information collected from the turtle goes into a database, which helps to track turtle health and migration patterns.  The eggs were collected so that they could be brought to the hatchery, where they would be safe and the turtles only exposed to red light so as not to disturb the process.  Eggs are also brought to the hatchery to protect them from poachers on the beach (who would take them before the morning), as well as from dogs and other accidents.

During our patrols we occasionally ran into poachers, and even when we did not see them, we sometimes came across nests that had been dug up.  It seemed that there were no outright hostilities between the conflicting groups, and the system operated on a first-come first-served basis.  To combat this constant threat of poaching, Petroma has people monitoring the beach all night long in shifts.  The poachers take the eggs to sell them, and from what I was told they can make up to $20 per nest, which is a lot considering that the average wage in Costa Rica is $2 per hour.  When successful in collecting the eggs, we returned them to the hatchery to bury them (in the same type of nest).  The correct temperature is very important to their development, so the nests we created had to be similar to what the turtle would dig, with an incubation period of about 45-55 days.

 

I was lucky to be there when turtles were still nesting and the eggs were hatching.  So while we were patrolling at night we would check the hatchery frequently, since the eggs were likely to hatch in the dark (giving them an advantage over the tremendous obstacles that awaited them).  The reason that turtles lay so many eggs is that the likelihood of a baby turtle actually making it to adulthood is around .01%.  For the most part they all hatch simultaneously, which gives them an advantage, then they immediately start heading for the ocean based on sight and smell (another reason why light pollution can be harmful, as it can attract them inland).  Before even getting away from shore, they are picked off by birds, crabs, and fish, and can be baked in the sun quickly.  They have no defenses, and are just about bite-sized, so basically anything that wants to eat them can pretty much do it.  After escaping the nest, they have to survive to about 15 years of age before they will return to nest.  Surviving 15 years is a huge feat in itself, since the largest threat to turtles is not the poachers on the beach, but the fishermen offshore.  Turtles need to go to the surface to breathe, so if they are caught on long lines (used to catch swordfish and sharks), or in fishing nets (typically used for shrimp), they will suffocate and die before ever making it back to nest.  Long line fishing is a huge problem in Costa Rica, as it is all around the world.  In Costa Rica this technique is used to catch sharks, predominately for shark fining (which is illegal), and done on an industrial scale by international vessels (upwards of 100 million sharks are reportedly killed solely for their fins worldwide).  It seems that in Costa Rica the laws are in place to protect animals from poaching, overfishing, and shark-fining, but the enforcement is lacking.  When thinking about all the challenges the turtles face, it’s amazing that they survive at all.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CCUGLaHDujk

Successful and unsuccessful methods of protection:

Involving local communities and educating them on human impacts, such as over fishing and habitat destruction is critical.  Even simple things like shielding open-facing lights and installing exits in large nets for bigger marine animals can have a big impact.  Tourism is the biggest source of income in Costa Rica, and people come here to experience the biodiversity.  This source of income can be more lucrative and sustainable for communities than the poaching of eggs.  The latter is unsustainable, and as with all endangered populations, there is a critical number that can be reached at which point there is not enough genetic diversity for a species to survive.

(http://playagrandeinfo.org/docs/leatherbacknature.pdf)

An example of this may be found in Playa Tamarindo, where we have been staying for the past six weeks.  Tamarindo lies at the center of what was once a substantial nesting area for the Pacific leatherback.  However, light pollution and over-development has almost totally wiped out this nesting area.  So now the people who come here to see Leatherback turtles end up paying high prices for guides who may not even find any.  While there are still turtles nesting to the north and south of Tamarindo, there are concerns regarding the aforementioned point of no return, as Pacific Leatherback turtles are critically endangered.

To see what you can do to help:

http://www.pretoma.org/

Life in Costa Rica

Our early-morning flight to Costa Rica led to a long, tiring day of travel.  We took a shuttle from near the main airport in San Jose and arrived in Tamarindo after dark, where we would be based for the months of November and December, and checked into our hostel.  Having little energy to explore the town, we had some dinner and went to bed early.  The following morning we arrived at our pre-rented apartment, La Casa de los Árboles, or The House Among the Trees.  We met our French-Canadian landlord, signed the paperwork, and started to settle into our new home.

Our apartment is on the second floor of a three-apartment building, which is set just outside of town, and about a 5-minute walk from the beach.  The location is great, as we are truly amongst the trees and far enough outside of town to have privacy and peace.  The best feature of the apartment is the large balcony that has a good-sized table for meals and work, two comfortable hammocks, and an easy-to-use gas grill.  The balcony is situated amongst a lot of trees, and we have had many different birds, iguanas, and even noisy howler monkeys, within a few feet from the balcony.  Inside we have a large living room with a couch, television, and desk, and a nice, equipped kitchen too.  The bathroom features an open-style shower with questionable water pressure and a finicky toilet.  Up a little wooden staircase from the main room is a tiny bedroom, which has windows for three of its four walls, and a nice breeze.  Aside from occasional minor issues, such as Internet outages, we have been quite happy with our apartment.  (See the video of our apartment, to be posted soon, to get a better idea.)

 

We spent our first week in town getting to know the area as best we could during the occasional breaks in the torrential, unrelenting rain.  A tropical storm in the Gulf of Mexico was effecting our local weather, and for roughly six consecutive days Tamarindo averaged about 18 hours of rain per day.  During this time we managed to join a local gym, and started to get into a workout routine.  However, this complicated other aspects of our lives, as the building's washing machine was not functioning, and the damp environment led to a lot of wet, smelly clothes.  (Eventually the machine would work, but not until we paid about $20 to have our clothes washed at the only public place in town.)

With the rain finally subsiding, we began a more interesting and fulfilling existence.  In addition to our workout routine, I started to fall into a comfortable working pattern, and Siobhan began volunteering at a local pottery store on an almost-daily basis (see her blog for more information on that topic).  Of course since we were only five minutes from a beautiful, tropical beach, daily trips to swim, surf (using the surfboard that we purchased and intend to sell upon departure), and relax became a regular occurrence as well.  Our routine also found us making weekly treks to the large grocery store on the other side of town (about a 30-minute walk), and hauling back groceries in our backpacks.  Our diets shifted to the local flavors, featuring a lot of beans, rice, pineapple, and bananas, among other things.  We tried out several of the restaurants in town too, and quickly found some good ones.

Overall the first few weeks we spent in Tamarindo were pretty quiet and relaxing, which worked out nicely, as we would have several visitors over the coming weeks.