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A hidden outpost for the wild at heart.
Sleep under tangled canopies.
Swap stories by firelight.
Leave the map behind.

Howler Monkeys (Nature's Alarm Clock)

The jungle’s alarm clock doesn’t care if you’re sleeping in. At dawn, the howlers erupt—a guttural chorus that shakes the trees. It’s the wilderness reminding you whose home you’re in.

Toucans (Jungle Clowns)

You’ll hear them before you see them—a hollow croak that shouldn’t come from something so absurdly colored. Then, a flash of banana-beak and wings too small for physics. They’re less birds than cartoon characters that escaped into the canopy.

Sloths (Go-Slow Pros)

The jungle runs on sloth time. You’ll spot one mid-branch, moving like a monk in meditation, unfazed by the chaos below. They don’t hurry. They don’t startle. They just exist, reminding you that slow is still a speed.

Some places are found. Others find you.

This one began with a lost backpack, a broken-down jeep, and a night spent sleeping in a hammock strung between two ancient ceiba trees. The next morning, we woke to toucans arguing overhead, sunlight filtering through the canopy like liquid gold, and the unshakable feeling that we’d stumbled onto something the world had forgotten. By sunset, we’d traded the jeep for a rusty machete and a handshake with a local whose name we never caught.

The deal? Simple. Build something that feels like this moment.

A Hostel Unlike Any Other

Wild Hostel isn’t a business. It’s a bet—that the best stories start where the jungle road ends. That strangers become family when you swap tales by firelight. That there’s magic in cold showers, howler monkey alarms, and coffee brewed in a dented pot over open flames.

Why We’re Here

For the solo traveler who forgot how to talk to strangers.
For the burnt-out city soul needing to remember what silence sounds like.
For anyone who’s ever looked at a map and thought, “I want to get lost there.”

Come for the adventure.

Stay for the way the stars look when there’s no light pollution.

Welcome to where the wild things stay.

CABINS

ROOMS

DORMS

Choose an accommodation type…

ABOUT OUR CABINS:

Your own whispered secret tucked into the trees. These enchanted nests hover between earth and canopy, where dappled light paints the walls each morning. The air hums with the scent of sun-warmed wood and wild orchids. At night, the jungle breathes against the windows—soft rustles, distant calls, a rhythm older than time. The bed, swathed in billowing netting, feels like sleeping inside a cloud. Step onto your private balcony, where the stars don’t just shine—they pulse. You’ll wonder if you dreamed it all at dawn.

ABOUT OUR ROOMS:

A sanctuary where time moves differently. The walls glow amber in the lamplight, alive with the dance of shadows from the vines outside. The air is thick with the perfume of aged teak and night-blooming jasmine. Sink into linen sheets that smell of salt and sunshine, lulled by the symphony of tree frogs and sighing palms. The shower, open to the moonlight, lets you wash under water that tastes like the sky. Close your eyes. The jungle will sing you to sleep.

ABOUT OUR DORMS:

A tapestry of dreams and strangers’ laughter. The bunks curve like the ribs of an old ship, each one a cradle for wanderers and star-chasers. The shared air thrums with whispered confessions in a dozen tongues, the rustle of pages turning, the creak of hammocks swaying under the weight of stories. At night, fireflies drift through the open windows, turning the room into a constellation of their own. You’ll fall asleep to the lullaby of rustling leaves and wake to the soft glow of dawn seeping through the bamboo slats. Here, solitude is a choice—but magic is inevitable.

Restaurant

Bar

Guest Kitchen

Plunge Pool

Fast Wifi

Jungle Tours

Zip Lines

Kayaks

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