Perhaps one of my favourite moments on my recent trip to Costa Rica was an evening spent conversing with a howler monkey.
From the balcony of our room in Manuel Antonio, a lone male somewhere in the pitch black of night was letting the universe know he was there. Not to be outdone conversationally, I wanted him to know I was around as well, and so I joined in.
I am confident that some of our hotel mates thought the neighbour a little mad, but the invisible howler seemed to be quite animated about the company. Animated enough that the fearless one in our family, my brother with whom I was travelling, finally asked me to cool it, lest we have someone else sharing our room.
This large fellow was quite hidden among the branches until our eagle-eyed guide noted him about the Tarcoles River near Jaco.
A troop of capuchin entertained, and in some cases tortured, the tourists of Manuel Antonio.
Some capuchin were less trusting of the throngs below them at Manuel Antonio
From our balcony at Manuel Antonio we could see the spider monkeys play a high wire act.
A playful lot jumping from branch to branch, the spider monkeys of Manuel Antonio were simians of few words.
My desire for a telephoto went through the roof as a troop of howlers traversed the canopy across the highway outside Samara.
As monkeys go, these guys were lumbering giants who were not in a hurry as they wound through the Samara trees.
I swear that 2/3 the body weight of a howler monkey is in their testicles…even on the females.
Slowly but assuredly the troop traversed the tree branches, the leader far ahead and very loud.
Deft of foot and curly of tail, they knew they were the cocks of the walk (or climb)
The journey was a real family affair as you may just be able to make out a young howler clinging to its mother
Best as I could tell from the distance, this was the fellow making all the noise across from our Samara hotel
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