We're in Bocas del Torro (Mouths of the Bull) in Panama having spent a few days sailing from Columbia through the San Blas islands to Panama and then sightseeing in Panama City.
Now you may wonder why I said that Panama hates me, it all started out nice and happy sailing through the San Blas Islands on the Gypsy Moth, an English owned charter boat. Sym, Amy and little Halley sail tourists back and forth between Columbia and Panama through the tropical and somewhat deserted islands of San Blas. Think perfect blue seas, coconut plants and white sandy beaches. We were also promised fresh coconut rum, but alas on an island full of coconut trees the tiny little bar couldn't find any coconuts... I guess that’s where the bad luck began.
Gypsy Moth dropped us of near the San Blas Islands, and from there we took a 4WD to Panama City.
Unfortunately it was POURING with rain and my backpack - on the roof - was soaked completely through. We arrived in Panama City to find every single hostel was completely booked out, bar one with rooms that were closer to something you'd expect to see in a mental institution. But that was ok, because it was soon decorated with every item of clothing we own as well as sleeping bags, mosquito nets, silk liners and all that miscellaneous stuff you don't realise you cram into your bag. I had exactly three items of dry clothing and a room that resembled a chinese laundry.
But that was ok, Panama City is beautiful, and everything is better in the morning, so we wondered around, dodging the occasional downpour and taking in the sites and sounds of Panama City. We stopped off back at our hotel room , where the next bit of bad luck struck
I'd recently seen a fellow backpacker go past on crutches and thanked our lucky stars that we'd not had that problem, nor had we had any serious injuries. Stoopid woman. In our room I slipped and landed on my foot - which is pretty pathetic way to injure yourself really. I now can't walk without limping, can’t carry my bag or traverse a distance of more than 5 metres without pain. Poor Mark's now my bag boy, occasional crutch and general 'fetch it boy', which he's taking with remarkable good grace.
Thinking that some time spent sitting on a beach would we good and wouldn't involve a lot of movement, we caught a bus with some friends from the boat trip, Sam and Sarah, to Bocas del Torro. This involved an amazingly horrible night bus, and then two very wet boat trips. This resulted in a migraine for me :(.
I'm not going to lie after everything else, I cried and sobbed. I then took a lot of drugs, passed out and waited for the sunshine to come out.
But everything is always better in the morning….
Now you may wonder why I said that Panama hates me, it all started out nice and happy sailing through the San Blas Islands on the Gypsy Moth, an English owned charter boat. Sym, Amy and little Halley sail tourists back and forth between Columbia and Panama through the tropical and somewhat deserted islands of San Blas. Think perfect blue seas, coconut plants and white sandy beaches. We were also promised fresh coconut rum, but alas on an island full of coconut trees the tiny little bar couldn't find any coconuts... I guess that’s where the bad luck began.
Gypsy Moth dropped us of near the San Blas Islands, and from there we took a 4WD to Panama City.
Unfortunately it was POURING with rain and my backpack - on the roof - was soaked completely through. We arrived in Panama City to find every single hostel was completely booked out, bar one with rooms that were closer to something you'd expect to see in a mental institution. But that was ok, because it was soon decorated with every item of clothing we own as well as sleeping bags, mosquito nets, silk liners and all that miscellaneous stuff you don't realise you cram into your bag. I had exactly three items of dry clothing and a room that resembled a chinese laundry.
But that was ok, Panama City is beautiful, and everything is better in the morning, so we wondered around, dodging the occasional downpour and taking in the sites and sounds of Panama City. We stopped off back at our hotel room , where the next bit of bad luck struck
I'd recently seen a fellow backpacker go past on crutches and thanked our lucky stars that we'd not had that problem, nor had we had any serious injuries. Stoopid woman. In our room I slipped and landed on my foot - which is pretty pathetic way to injure yourself really. I now can't walk without limping, can’t carry my bag or traverse a distance of more than 5 metres without pain. Poor Mark's now my bag boy, occasional crutch and general 'fetch it boy', which he's taking with remarkable good grace.
Thinking that some time spent sitting on a beach would we good and wouldn't involve a lot of movement, we caught a bus with some friends from the boat trip, Sam and Sarah, to Bocas del Torro. This involved an amazingly horrible night bus, and then two very wet boat trips. This resulted in a migraine for me :(.
I'm not going to lie after everything else, I cried and sobbed. I then took a lot of drugs, passed out and waited for the sunshine to come out.
But everything is always better in the morning….
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