Puerto Rico Day 3 -- 4/18/13

Second and last full day in Puerto Rico and I’m up early for the rainforest tour.  One of the lessons I learned from the Rome trip is to make sure the alarm clock actually works before relying on it to wake me up.  The alarm of the clock in the room didn’t work so I whipped out my travel clock (bought in Rome) and set up the alarm on my phone for backup (ended up not needing it).

The tour company advised me to bring a swimsuit in case I wanted to swim in the waterfall.  Wasn’t sure about all that but brought the suit along anyway along with my beach towel and headed out for breakfast.  The hotel café worked so well the first time, I headed there again choosing eggs, sausage and toast this time along with the angry coffee.  Damn good meal for about $8.  Then I set off to sit in front of the hotel to wait for my ride.

The tour company told me that my guide’s name was Sammie so I was really surprised to find Francisco coming up to me.  He would be leading the tour so he gathered me and two other chicks from the Conrad and we were off.  We picked up a man traveling with his elderly mother and his two teenage daughters from a hotel way on the other side of the island then drove the 30 or so minutes to the rainforest proper.

The trip made me very glad I didn’t rent a car.  We were right in the middle of rush hour, mercifully going in the opposite direction to the Atlanta-like traffic heading for the more industrial areas of the island.  Most of the folks on the tour were from Boston and commented that the traffic wasn’t too great there either.  I can’t imagine what it looks like now after the bombing incident on the 16^th.

The road up to the rainforest winds through a neighborhood (ooh look a horsey!) and up a really narrow road.  There are houses and the occasional restaurant or convenience store along the road making me think that the people who maintain the forest don’t live too far away. 

We stopped first at the visitor’s center for bathrooms and gift shop.  The center had displays spread around with picture of the plant and wildlife in the forest as well as a small movie theater showing a short film.  We spent about a ½ hour there before climbing back in the van to go further up the mountain.

 

From a small parking lot we set off on our hike.  Most of the hike was downhill which is great to start but I already know it will be a beast on the way back.  The weather was perfect though; not too hot and steamy and no rain.  We kept a good pace but made frequent stops both for Francisco to point out a particular sight and to let the man and his elderly mother catch up.  She may have been bringing up the rear while using a cane but to her credit she managed to navigate the sometimes rocky and uneven trail.

After maybe a 45 min. hike we reached the waterfall.  It was gorgeous of course but after seeing it I wasn’t sorry that I hadn’t bothered to change into my bathing suit at the visitor’s center.  Those rocks were hella slippery even if you didn’t approach the water.  Not really looking forward to twisting my ankle so far away from the van.

 

Francisco then offered to take folks to a series of smaller waterfalls.  To get there though required the group to strip down to their bathing suits, leave everything behind, and go under the bridge over even more slippery rocks.  Please note I said ‘their’.  There was no way I was taking this particular ‘trail’.  Even if it meant that it was only me and the elder waiting on the bridge.  It made for a nice rest period before the hike back up.

                                                  (Yes.  That's the actual 'trail' underneath the bridge.)

The place filled up quickly with folks coming from both sides of the trail.  I parked myself on a nice dry rock until the rest of the group returned maybe 20 minutes later. 

 

Then it was back up the trail.  As I’m huffing and puffing, I was again reminded of my difficulty with altitude.  I can hike all day when the trail is relatively level but as soon as there are stairs and steep climbs – yeeesh.  This is one of the many reasons why climbing Mt. Everest will never be on my life resume.  That and the cold.  Lots and lots of cold.

 

We piled back in the bus on the way to lunch making a brief stop at a lookout tower.  There were yet more stairs to climb if you wanted to get a good view from the top (pass), restrooms, and a small gift shop. Also of note were the warning signs posted around the area telling everyone to beware of rabid mongooses.  Oh.  Fun.  Fortunately, no one saw any.

 

We lunched at a restaurant called Anticito’s (I think) that was not far from the mountain.  Nice small buffet-style spread of real PR food that was very filling after the trip and reasonable to boot.  Just like the café at the hotel, there were some very bold birds who were more than eager to clean up our leftovers before we’d left them over as the seating area was windowless.  There were also these two owl figurines on the tables creeping us out because at various intervals the heads would spin around a full 360 degrees.  Okay.

We headed back to San Juan, dropping off the bulk of the group before returning to the Conrad.  The two chicks and I had the exact same idea of going to our rooms and changing into our suits for some beach time.  I had said during the tour that if I had any energy left that I would tour Old San Juan since everyone was recommending it.  Didn’t happen.  I was perfectly happy to grab my book and plop down into a deck chair which is exactly what I did until it got too windy.

A quick shower and a change, another visit to the souvenir shop, and I called it a night.