You reach Las Caletas by panga from Drake Bay, the boat pilot threading through swells until the headland opens to reveal a protected pocket beach. Forest presses close—almendro trees lean over the sand, their buttressed roots half-buried in leaf litter and coconut husks. The beach itself curves for perhaps two hundred meters, its blonde sand giving way to cobbles where the tree line begins.
“The cove's twin granite guardians create natural snorkel channels where reef fish congregate in concentrations rare along this stretch of coast.”
Crystal lagoon with rocky outcrop
Wade in with mask and fins and the underwater landscape reveals itself: volcanic shelves dropping into channels where parrotfish graze on algae-covered rocks. Sergeant majors flash their barred flanks in the shallows while king angelfish drift near the boulder outcrops. The cove's protection means visibility often exceeds fifty feet, the water temperature hovering near eighty degrees year-round. Between snorkel sessions, you'll collapse in the shade with saltwater drying on your skin, serenaded by howler monkeys broadcasting territorial roars from the canopy.
Most visitors arrive mid-morning and depart by early afternoon, timing their trip with the tides and the tour-boat schedules. Come as the last boat departs and you'll have the cove to yourself—just the rhythmic sigh of small waves and the occasional coconut thudding onto sand. The coastal trail to Drake continues west from here, a muddy ribbon through primary forest favored by hikers willing to trade easy access for solitude.