One night, during our Costa Rica trip in Santa Teresa
I woke with a start; my profound slumber being violated by an uproarious noise, cry, scream. And uproarious it was, because I heard it through my earplugs.
As I had just gained consciousness, I did not really understand what caused this commotion. So, I lay there listening intensely at the surroundings, this time without my earplugs. I concentrated with such intensity that I quickly dozed off again… and suddenly, there it was again! That noise! No, wait it was definitely a voracious scream! A scream that was utterly frightening. My head was working its way through every possibility: It couldn’t be human, because it sounded too beast-like; insects, birds, lizards, cats … no, those animals were too small to emit such a fright-inducing outcry! What animal could possibly big enough to… And then suddenly, the unspeakable truth dawned on me: A T-Rex was claiming its territory next to our motel room!
Okay, okay, I have to admit it’s a bit far-fetched, but please show a little compassion here: It was in the middle of the night, I’ve never heard something remotely close to such furious wailing and according to the movie, Jurassic Park was built on an island off the Costa Rican coast!
Anyway, my heart was racing, my brain was storming and I only fell back to a restless sleep hours after the last monstrous outcry. To my great irritation, my husband slept steadily through the whole ordeal and rolled his eyes at my troubled report the next morning.
Later that day
Funnily, the same voracious howl surprised me, and a bunch of relaxing surfers a bit later that day at the beach. This time it came from the rainforest to which we all turned with a worried face. I prepared myself silently to see the palm trees scramble under the heavy steps of a hungry T-Rex. But nothing came out of the woods and the surfers went back to doing nothing. Still, I was relieved and contend that I had proof, that this was not something I made up; the surfers heard it too! So I looked over triumphantly at my husband, who was happily splashing around in the sea, a 100 meters away from the beach, aware of nothing! Needless to say that the “compassionate” look and the tap on the back he gave me when I told him “T-Rex had howled again” was just a teeny tiny tad humiliating!
A bit later, before we left the motel and set out to our next destination, I had to solve the enigma of the mysterious screams. Since my worried spouse began to think I was loosing it, I waited until I was alone with the manager and asked her about those worrisome cries. She looked at me in sheer bewilderment… even more so, when I started to imitate the outcry, making guttural howling noises (yeah, not a moment I’m particularly proud of). After a few seconds her face brightened and she smiled at me understandingly: “Those are howler monkeys, so cute those little monkeys.”
Feeling foolish would definitely be an understatement here! I hurriedly got back in the car with a fairly red face, staring very hard at the map and concentrating on my job as a copilot.
A few hours into our journey, my husband looked at me with a startled, inquisitive, concerned face when one of the monkeys howled almost right into the open car window. “What IS this????” he voiced at me in surprise.
Putting on my sunglasses, I replied nonchalantly: “Those are howler monkeys, so cute those little monkeys.”
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Ever had a similar experience? What was your freakiest holiday experience? Let me know below.