Corcovado: Sirena & San Pedrillo 2-Day Jungle Trek

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What’s the experience like?

I still remember stepping off the boat at Sirena Station, shoes in hand and that salty Pacific air clinging to everything. Our guide, Daniel, grinned and pointed out a line of coatis nosing around the driftwood—he said they’re always first to greet new arrivals. The forest here felt young somehow—lush but with this sense it was still growing back. We walked slow, listening for spider monkeys (they sound like rusty swings), and I tried to spot every agouti before Daniel did. He won, obviously. Lunch was rice and beans under a tin roof while rain tapped out its own rhythm—somehow it made the food taste even better.

After lunch we took the boat again, this time to San Pedrillo. It’s only about an hour but you feel the difference right away—the air gets heavier, thicker with green. The trails are rougher here, roots everywhere, and Daniel kept us moving fast (“quicker means more surprises,” he said). I didn’t expect how quiet it would get. No crowds, just our small group dodging vines and craning necks at trees older than anything I’ve seen before. At one point we heard something big moving through the leaves—maybe a tapir? No one saw it but everyone froze anyway. That night we slept in a simple shelter tucked between San Pedrillo and Los Planes. I lay awake listening to frogs and something that sounded like laughter (probably howler monkeys).

The next morning started with strong coffee and eggs while mist curled through the trees outside. The walk back toward Drake Bay was long—about 10 kilometers—but honestly I lost track of time after the first hour. There were moments when it felt like we’d wandered off any trail at all; Daniel just smiled and waved us on (“real jungle now!”). By lunch in Los Planes my boots were muddy, my shirt stuck to my back—and I didn’t care at all. A 4x4 showed up right on time to take us back to town but I kind of wanted to stay lost for a bit longer.