On my way to Bocas...
Well. How life takes interesting twists and turns. I knew that it was holiday week here. No lie. Holiday week - well almost. Monday they celebrated independence from Colombia and I think soon they will celebrate independence from Spain. I thought that if I took the bus on Sunday I would avoid the travel chaos that was forewarned. Sooooo. Not true. I arrived at the bus terminal in Panama City
to the longest lines I have ever seen. It was more like the lines in the states when they are releasing a new playstation or something. The lines extended through the whole terminal and almost out the door... Damn long lines. I waited in line for about 40 minutes for the bus to David
Spanish travel companion.. oh yeah. I look like shit.
I was told that there were two ways to get to Bocas. One was a direct bus, a little more costly. The other was to go to David, the second largest city in Panama, and then take another bus to Almirante. Well, after waiting forever I decided to leave the line and risk taking a night bus to Bocas. I was out of line for almost an hour when I found a police to question why the ticket booth for Bocas was not yet opened. She escorted me back and called someone else. While speaking with her, a guy heard that I was traveling to Bocas. He was from Spain and heading the same way. After being told that there were no buses direct, the only way was to go to David. Lucky I was talking to some girls early ahead of me in line and was able to jump back in line. If not, I would have waited for another two hours I am sure.
Path to farm in Bocas
He took advantage of the situation and jumped in line with me. Ok with me. We decided to travel together... Crash course with the Spanish accent. He spoke virtually freely the whole time almost non-stop with the occassional nodding off to sleep. Half the time I was lost as Spaniards talk freaking fast.
Anyhoo, we arrived in David and decided to stop and grab a hostal in David. The purple house run by an american woman. The hostal was really cool though. Everything. I mean everything was in purple, from plates, to fans, to curtains and sheets.... everything. She was super nice though. He found a typical Spanish wine, not really wine put almost like a wine cooler kind of thing and we enjoyed that in the evening.
We got up the next morning and took the bus to Almirante and from there caught the boat to Bocas del Toro on the island of Colon
Guest of a guest on the farm...
The island where I was heading was Basiemento. We landed in Colon, stopped for a beer and I decided to go on to the farm....
Not the greatest experience. I was forewarned by my friends that the project was awesome, but the manager of the farm was a bit of a prick. Needless to say they were completely correct. First I was almost virtually attacked by a neighbors dog. Some other neighbors came by who had encountered a abondoned baby owl monkey and was seeking his advice on the proper forage. We sat and chatted for a bit, they bought some of his trees and we walked back into ´town´. I needed internet. He warned me to come back before dark as I was knew and there were caymen in the area..
Well, I took a bit longer at the internet that I thought ended up running like hell back to the farm before it turned dark.
Part of the tour. The stop for snorkling.
I just made it and almost got lost running like a wild monkey as it was turning pitch black fast. I was running over wooden boardwalks over marshland. I almost got lost twice trying to get back. I finally made it and dripping in sweat slipping back under the netting. It wasn't really netting like a mosquito net it was a huge sheet. He warned me of something else staying there that there was this very small insect that comes out twice once during the day and once at night. It causes serious illness and like skin tumors. He told me to make sure that the sheet or net was always tucked in tightly during the day and at night so that nothing enters. I was smoltering under the covering, dripping in sweat. I had a difficult time sleeping as there were all kinds of things out there big and small and a terrible storm swept through.
Happy foreigners cracking coconuts with help of local boy with knife. Love pics with kids and sharp objects
I finally fell asleep.
The next morning I was invited by this Spanish guy to go on an island tour. He paid and I was glad to let him. It was an all day tour including snorkling and stopping at a beach called Red Frog where there are really red frogs. Tiny little red frogs smaller than your thumb and bright red. Saw one. Totally cool. The picture didn't turn out so well as it was really small. The small local boy who pointed it out to the pack of tourist kept asking for a monera for each photo and it began pouring once again. The day was great though. Beautiful islands....
Got back to the farm and had a clash with the farm manager. He obviously didn't want to be bothered with people and had such a bad attitude. I packed my shit and told him how I felt and found a hostal in town. Second night here and will be heading out towards the border of Costa Rica early tomorrow. I want to just get to a farm and stay a while........