Buccaneer Resort Isla Colon

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invidiare a nessun’altra destinazione: lussureggianti foreste
tropicali, mangrovie, spiagge inesplorate, splendide barriere coralline
e acque trasparenti come il cristallo come quelle di Boca del Drago,
una bellissima spiaggia a est dell’isola.
Qui il mare è molto
calmo e la vista è più seducente di quanto avessimo mai immaginato. Con ...

... I won't go into details about the day because I think pictures speak louder than words.

Tonight we are thinking of going to the Pickled Parrot for dinner. Again we will take a water taxi as it is on another island. We hear the chilie rellenos are to die for.

We leave tomorrow afternoon for Gamboa.

... beautiful. Picture a beautiful Aussie beach and then put lush tropical plants where the scrub and dunes are. we walked there through some intense mud (ankle deep), and then to Red Frog Beach, through some more intense mud, but luckily neither of us slipped on our bums!

We both look like lobsters despite sunscreening up - these malaria tablets do mess around with your ability to burn!!

Internet time is up folks.. until next time!!

xoxo

... Puerto Viejo, we say a BLUE MORPHO, a beautiful butterfly known in Costa Rica. We made another stop at the local grocery store (keep in mind it is a non-air conditioned store the size of a 7-11) for some snacks, water, gatorade, eggs and items we might need at Casa Fiesta. At 11:00 a.m., the sun out in all its force, I lathered up with the Maui Babe and decided to hit the beach for an hour. We decided to have a "chill out" day which would ...

... the money we owed him for lunch. Unfortunately, he couldn't get his boat started again (good thing that didn't happen in the middle of the ocean), so he had to get towed home. The next day we finally got to do some snorkelling. It was good. Lots of pretty, colorful coral. Not a great variety of fish, and nothing too exotic, but the coral was very nice. And the best part, no boat breakdowns.

Christmas eve was definetly an adventure! Hoping to go to a beach today he hopped on a water taxi to island basimentos. Once on the island you must take a 20 minute hike up the hill to the other side of the island. If it were only that simple! It rained quite a bit earlier in the day. The hike turned into a 60 minute hike through a sloppy muddy trail. Shoes were not possible so they were quickly removed. Sometimes the mud puddles were as deep as ...

... to the coffee machine. Bad, bad. Our last night there was marked by an impromptu musical frenzy jam session, fueled by many bottles of Seco - Panama's finest (and cheapest) petroleum. I still haven't figured out whether it was gin, vodka, white rum?... it was simply, alcoholic. I was the only girl there, and at 2am surrounded by 8 topless sweaty guys with the music and the colourful lights, I paused for a moment to contemplate if I was in a MGMT music video, and/or ...

... come by next time and give her a few more minutes to tell us her story again. Delzirine, also from Costa Rica, was probably the closest to death when we met her. Because of a throat infection she can't talk and can't eat very well. But with patience and the right pureed food, she CAN eat. (A point that we are trying to get through to the locals who aid them there). Unfortunately she had been a bit neglected in her inability to speak and when I asked her if she was hungry ...

... street water by curling my toes around them. This was the beginning of my dirty feet in Panama chapter. Spying a dairy, we dashed in and bought a big black sack rubbish bag to cover our bags... This was to mark the beginning of a wonderful, fashion relationship between us and black sacks, one that would continue harmoniously in the many rains to come. Just rip a hole in the end for your head to fit through. Arm holes were optional depending on your mood and how many ...

... to serve the higher purpose of hooking up, which failed miserably since I spent most of the night talking (and biting my tongue) to an attractive dreadlocked woman with a rocking body from Oregon. Why did I have to bite my tongue? Well, although she seemed genuinely nice in that love everyone hippie-dippy way, her work was a direct-marketing scam related to taking a blue-green extract to create and release bone-marrow stem-cells in ...