Hotel Olas Bocas Town

After making it to Puerto Viejo, we unloaded our gear and went searching for food. We had a huge lunch after rafting the last half of the river so we weren't too hungry. Thinking it would be "cool" to eat from a street vendor, we bought some "meat-on-a-stick" for a colone. BAD IDEA! After walking around the town, getting offered weed on many occasions, Bryan and I headed back to the "hotel". This place was horrible. Each room was like a horse stall, with hardly any ventalation ...

... w*ter with * little bo*rdw*lk with t*bles for the p*trons. Loc*ls zoom up with their bo*ts *nd tie up on the dock right next to the p*trons... I re*lly liked it, p*rticul*rly bec*use I could g*wp *t the big st*rfish *t the s*me time *nd w*tch the m*ss of little fish swimming underne*th us.

Wh*t st*rted out *s * sunny d*y turned into * r*iny one, so the rest of the *fternoon w*s spent c*tching up on em*ils *nd l*belling pics. Admin re*lly. But we did go for ...

... about where we were from and then he was on his way to the next table. After we ate, we strolled around the streets, found a hand painted blue bird that was painted on an actual bird feather. It was perfect for Melody back at Denver Health. We didn't find anything else that looked like a must have or caught our eye. Back to Casa Fiesta and I sat on the lanai and once again, enjoyed the evening sounds, warmth and beauty of the tropical night.

... we reverse the normal itinerary. This proved to cause problems for Ronaldo's (Erwin's helper) wife. So our first stop was to look at some 3 toed sloth's. These are cool animals that hang in trees and make turtles seem shifty and quick. Near Erwin's house there are some sloths hanging out in a tree. Since it would take them a week to get to the next tree, he was pretty sure they ...

... the bus came and got us just before 10 am. everything was good until the driver just STOPPED 10 km from the panama border with no explanation and everyone was really confused and then most people decided just to keep going on foot. chris and i loaded up our backpacks over our raingear and started walking trying to hitch a ride to the border and were finally successful in getting a ride and were flying along in the back of a pickup truck with a bunch of ...

... t see Joey anymore. With as far out as he had been carried, the waves were obstructing our sight of him, making it hard to keep track of where he was. We had been told that police were called, so we waited at the beach but after waiting twenty minutes or so, no one showed. We went to the police station on Bastimentos, only to find that no one was there, and the doors locked. So we flagged down a water taxi and went to the police station on the main island ...

... to buy our own mask and snorkel for other areas of the Carribbean or Pacific along our trip. We ended the evening having a couple of beers with Kip (the US expat) at Hotel Bocas del Toro. They have a great terrace to the sea (on the sea) there, and as with most bars around Bocas they have happy hours daily from 5-7pm. Beers go for 75 cents, so even after 9 beers in between 3 people we only had to sort out $6.30 balboa.