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FIRST BLOG ENTRY
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START OF TRIP
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(where we bought the boat)
to Lake Ontario Click this link:
Before I get started on what will be a fairly long entry, I need to say, FINALLY the Scotiabank has decided that I am a customer, and last week returned our money... Hopefully that will never happen again...
After Michelle left us, we returned to the outlying areas of the archipelago. We were astounded time and time again by the beauty and majesty of the amazing place in the world...
Once we were away from the bustle of Bocas Town, everything slowed down and we couldn't help but relax and enjoy ourselves...
We joined back up with our friends Bill & Joanne from s/v Ultra in Dolphin Bay and explored a bunch of new places...
We toured a property formerly owned by a wealthy American who, after his death, his wife generously donated the land to the Smithsonian Institute who has maintained fairly accessible trails through this part of the Panamanian jungle.
|A "baby" coconut tree...|
Someone has even created a labyrinth...
Along the trail we saw just how nature looks after itself, and along the way discovered just how tenacious some plants and animals are...
|An AMAZING Bamboo stand...|
We brought along some water and snacks for our hike but discovered that the jungle offers way more than we needed. We enjoyed coconuts, oranges, cocayo, sugar cane, just to name a few...
|Who else sees and accident ready to happen?|
|The fruits of my labor!|
|A Poison Dart Frog... |
Yep, the natives rubbed their arrow and spear tips on these guys to kill their enemies...
|Opening a Cacayo Pod...|
|Wild Oranges and Limes...|
On our way back to the boat we needed some gas for our dinghy so learned that some natives sell it by the gallon out of their home... When we stopped we were told by two little girls that, yes the did have gasoline, but today they only had 3 gallons... "Sold," we said. Without any fuss the girls went to a small bodega beside the house and poured from glass gallon containers the fuel we needed... Sadly, they were covered in gas when they were finished, but didn't seem to mind... It seems they knew that their parents would be proud, that they sold the gas they had to some gringos..
|The local Gas Station...|
|Calabash cleaned out, waiting to be carved...|
|Joanne, Bill & Joanna|
|Me, Carl (driving), Shelley and Carl's wife, Mary|
|What a great place to do homework...|
|This is where the production crew lived....|