Category: Panama

We had breakfast on our roof terrace this morning. I dipped my toes in the pool. Many birds – including a bird of prey – flew by, some stopping to drink from the water.

With our bags packed, we checked ourselves out of our AirBnB place and waited for Guillermo (the taxi driver who took us to our dinner place on our first night here, and to Miraflores the following day). He was prompt, and the journey back to the CentroAmericano hotel was easy enough. We dropped our overnight bags and Guillermo took us to Hard Rock Hotel Panama Megapolis.

The plan was to do some location scouting for this evening, and then walk back to the hotel. We explored the complex, and the shopping mall nearby (Andy’s still trying to buy shoes).

We walked along Avenida Balboa – the ocean on one side and the high rises on the other. Many of the buildings are residential, which I wasn’t expecting. But then again, that pretty much sums up Panama City. I’m not quite sure what to make of the place.

It was fitting to come across the monument to Vasco Núñez de Balboa. His claim to fame is to be the first European to cross the isthmus of Panama to the Pacific Ocean, having heard of “the other sea”. And yes, the idea for a Panama canal dates back to then, as this would greatly shorten the route for the transport of gold and silver to Spain.

The man is a bit of a hero in Panama. Several parks and avenues bear his name. The Panamanian currency is called the Balboa, and his likeness appears on the reverse of most Panamanian coins. The Pacific entrance to the Panama Canal is the port of Balboa. And the national beer is… Balboa.

The walk back was hard. Too much sun. Too little breeze. Very little water. I overheated – and drunk a lot of water when we got back to our room.

We had planned to spend a couple of hours in Panama Viejo, but thought it wise to retreat to our room. This gave us the chance to sort our bags ready for tomorrow morning. Funny fact: there are five floors to this hotel, not many people are staying here today and yet we’re in the same room we were in last time we were here. What are the odds?

What is now Panama Viejo was the first capital of Panama. It was established in 1519 and suffered a number of fires and pirate attacks, the last of which by Welsh pirate Henry Morgan totally destroyed the city. The devastated town – in the eastern side of the city – is still in ruins and is now a popular tourist attraction.

This led to Casco Viejo to establish itself as the second capital city of Panama. We loved our stay in Casco Viejo – slowly exploring the narrow streets, restored and ruined buildings.

When the canal took off, it brought great benefits to the infrastructure and economy. There were also improvements in health and sanitation, Yellow fever was eradicated in 1905 and the malaria rate dropped off significantly. And so it was thought that Panama needed a smarter capital city – businesses moved to the high rises.

Today, it’s not a big city with an urban population of only 430,299.

We walked back to Hard Rock Hotel Panama Megapolis and made our way to BITS (Bar in the Sky). Located on the 62nd floor, it offers great views of the canal, Casco Viejo and much of Panama City. The perfect place for sunset we thought… We figured we’d have a couple of drinks to celebrate our time in Central America. We’d even brought our diaries. That was the plan.

The reality is that we missed the sunset by a few minutes (how did that happen???). By the light in the sky, it doesn’t look like we missed much. We still walked around and took in the view. As for the drinks, the bar doesn’t open until 8pm, and that’s when Guillermo was due to pick us up.

Hey ho.

No alarm this morning. Florence sneaked out and sat on the roof terrace, I woke up about 9:00 and found her note – ‘On The Roof’. Homemade breakfast is bagels and cheese, we’re a bit limited in our apartment. The American Trade Hotel can make coffee far better than we can so went to their cafe. On the way, we dropped off the laundry, oh the excitement of travel.

We had a good look round the old town yesterday so today we retraced our steps and had a closer look at a few buildings and museums. A substantial part of the area is out of bounds because the president lives here, he isn’t in residence today so a few more streets are open.

The Merced Church has a number of saints around the walls, one in particular stands out, we also saw her yesterday in San Jose church – St Hedwig. She is always portrayed carrying a church; people leave model houses as an offering in the hope that she will help them to get their own home.

The ruined church of St Dominic has an arch that allegedly played a huge part in the destiny of Panama. Although the church was destroyed by fire and abandoned in 1767, this unusually shaped arch survived. This convinced the French and subsequently the American engineers planning the canal that the area must be free from serious earthquakes and was therefore a good place to build. The arch actually collapsed in 2003 but has been rebuilt using as much of the original bricks as possible.

Next door to St Dominic is a small chapel that was used after the collapse of 1767, and is now a (free) museum of religous art. The captions are all in Spanish but the exhibits are interesting; much better than those we saw in Nicaragua.

Quick stop for lunch. I had a mango salad, Florence was happy with a very green and healthy juice – honestly!

Opposite the French embassy, there’s an area with 12 large stone inscriptions telling the story of the canal as well as a memorial to the French who died in its construction.

After wandering a few more streets, the lack of lunch caught up with Florence and we stopped at Granclement for ice creams. There was too much choice so we both had a double scoop – spiced bread and pineapple for Florence, rum and raisin and passion fruit for me – they were all very good.

Yesterday’s nativity scene was impressive but the church opposite our apartment has outdone them. The scene is large, very detailed and beautifully lit, no waterfalls unfortunately.

Next was the Panama Canal Museum. This is an extensive display of everything related to the history of the canal itself and the surrounding area. It’s housed in the building which was the headquarters of the Fench and American companies who built the canal. Everything is captioned in Spanish, you can buy an English audio commentary for $3 but we only have an hour so decide against it. The museum covers three floors of the large building and we have to rush round. The headline on the front page of a Panamanian Newspaper is Un Triunfo de Omar – ‘A Triumph for Omar’. We’ve seen a lot of references to Omar Torrijos around the city. He was leader of the National Guard from 1968 to 1981 and effectively the ruler of the country. His most significant act was the negotiation of the treaty with the USA to hand over the canal to Panama in 1999. The United States however, retained the permanent right to protect what they would as the neutrality of the canal, allowing U.S. administration of the canal as well as military intervention through the now-legalized U.S. bases in Panama. These aspects of the treaty fell short from nationalistic goals and the ratification ceremony at Fort Clayton was somewhat of an embarrassment for Torrijos. At the signing ceremony, he was very drunk, his speech was slurred and had to lean on the podium to stay upright. He died in plane crash in 1981, there has been much speculation that he was killed by the CIA, documentation about is death disappeared after the USA invasion of Panama in 1989 (source).

We watched the sun go down over the sea and then stopped off on the way home at a nearby bar for a quick cocktail – frozen passion fruit daiquiris, very nice they were.

Early start this morning, 5:00 alarm – we have to fly out of our island paradise and back to Panama City. Bread and jam for breakfast and a quick coffee before we’re called to the boat, the usual quick hop across the water to the airport. They play at airlines by taking our passport numbers and weighing our bags.

There’re a few of us leaving today so there are two flights; we get the second one. We take off over our resort giving us one final glance and head eastwards down the coast first for about 10 minutes to another tiny airstrip before making our way to Panama City. We fly over another couple of Kuna island communities, they look very similar from above – very cramped.

It’s cloudy across the centre of the country but it clears as we reach the south coast and the tall buildings of the city come into view. We fly out across the Pacific before turning into the airport, the ocean is full of ships waiting their turn to pass through the canal. The plane comes in low over the container terminals before landing.

We’re met by a driver who takes us to our next accomodation, an AirBnB apartment in the old town – Casco Viejo. On the way we pass through some very run down edgy areas, definitely not places for tourists to walk around.

Casco Viejo was the second Spanish Capital in the area. Ten years ago the whole of Casco Viejo was a no-go area controlled by three gangs, killings were commonplace and the buildings were all slowly collapsing. It’s now being slowly restored and cleaned up, a number of former gang members now take tourists on walking tours of the area to explain how it was. It’s now so safe the president’s apartment is here.

We splash out on breakfast – okay second breakfast, let’s say brunch – at the American Trade Hotel, we’re definitely out of place amongst the smartly dressed guests. This is about as far as you can get from our island this morning.

Whilst waiting for our host, Ariel, outside the apartment – a couple of walking tours pass by and we discover that the apartment is in the former Colombia Hotel, this was a favourite of U.S. presidents visiting to see the canal because it has a pool on the roof. We also find out the origins of the Panama hat – when President Roosevelt was giving a speech here and was wilting in the heat, he was given the nearest available hat which happened to be from Ecuador. The news pictures were soon all over the papers and it was christened the Panama hat.

Across the square is a restored church with the strangest nativity display we’ve seen; it has no baby, it is huge, it has a working waterfall and it has pyramids on the backdrop. A guide tells a group that it will be taken down this month – looks unlikely.

When we got into the apartment, we took a break to cool down, settle in and reconnect to the outside world, Florence gets some sad news so I’m put on blog duties.

Go for a walk around the area. There are stark contrasts between the crumbling buildings awaiting restoration and the smart boutique hotels and restaurants. Ariel told us that every building is listed by UNESCO and all structures must be substantially preserved in any restorations.

Visit a supermarket to get some supplies for the next few days and watch the sunset from the rooftop terrace.

Woken by this morning’s flight leaving at about 7:30, dozed a bit then got up at 8:00 – breakfast time. Breakfast today is a pancake with maple syrup, coffee and cereal, a good start to the day. Our meal is interrupted when a puffer fish is spotted, we all wander over to have a look before resuming eating.

We’re having another lazy morning, Florence has a massage booked for 11:30, we need to find something to do until then. The hammocks are calling, lay there for an hour reading, dozing and writing diaries. Then decide to go for a quick swim to cool off. There is a tiny beach on the edge of our island so we go there, the water is of course warm; we discover some coral right off the beach and quite a few fish too – this changes my plans for the afternoon.

Florence returns glowing and relaxed from her massage, we return to the hammocks until lunchtime. Lunch today is a green salad, plantains, beans, coconut rice and papaya.

The next activity is a boat trip to the mangroves at 15:30 but we’ve decided to do what anybody in a tropical paradise with a few hours to spare would do – booked a private visit to the cemetery.

We’re taken by boat back to the mainland, only a ten minute journey. We then walk the length of the runway which becomes a footpath after the one flight of the day has come and gone. At the end we take another path into the jungle and up a small hill. There’s a great view over the island community and to our resort island beyond. After a few more minutes we reach the cemetery – it’s a very unusual site; there are makeshift looking shelters everywhere, cooking pots, fire embers and hammocks. Our guide Domi explains the burial process briefly: the body is laid in a hammock at home immediately after death, after a few days it’s brought to the grave yard and laid to rest in a deep hole in the ground, still suspended on a hammock. Some possessions, eight sticks representing the eight levels to be passed through on the way to heaven and a model boat to help the soul on its journey are also placed in the grave. It is then covered at the top with wooden slats and on top a plain mound of earth. The graves are all unmarked.

Hammocks are very important in Kuna culture. Babies are placed in them as soon as they are born, most people sleep in them and most people are conceived in them hence their importance in the burial process.

Each family has an area of the cemetery, this is what the shelters cover. It is up to the surviving relatives to decide where a body should go – with the parents or spouse’s family. The women from each family regularly visit the cemetery, between 8:00 and 12:00 each morning. There is a cooking area for them, as well as small fires throughout the site where they have been making food earlier. Domi has some helpful drawings to explain the process further. It’s a fascinating place, very different from anything we’ve seen before. There are however elements from other cultures creeping in: Kuna people who live in Panama City often bring plastic flowers when visiting relatives’ grave and one grave of a Kuna who adopted Catholicism had a headstone with a name on it.

Walking back down the runway we pass the local medicine man. Kuna believe in using medicinal plants as much as possible. We return to the island just before the Mangrove boat leaves. This is announced like all excursions and meals by a conch shell being blown. Florence goes on the excursion, it’s an enjoyable boat trip with some interesting wildlife – kingfishers, a white raccoon, starfish and a sea-cucumber – and a chat from Domi about how they hardly use plastic yet it is polluting their lives.

I stay behind to snorkel on the coral around the island, just off the beach there are so many different fish – the strangest is a stripy red one with huge eyes – a Longspine Squirrelfish.

Dry off in the hammock, just time for one more swim before dinner.

Days doing very little seem to pass very quickly here!

 

The alarm went off at 3.50am and there was no ignoring it as it was extremely loud. I guess Andy wanted to make sure we wouldn’t miss it. We met our driver in reception at 4.30am for the short drive to the airport. We checked in and soon after 6.15am, we were in the air… in a ridiculously small plane.

The flight was just over 30 mins (or 30 mins too long if you’re me). With just enough light in the sky, we were able to take in the Panama City skyline, and a few moments later sunrise over the clouds.

It is staggering how varied Panama is. With Bocas del Toro having such a relaxed vibe and being so hot; Boquete so mild and atmospheric; Santa Catalina so small and laid back; Panama City (and the canal) being so slick and modern and now here we are… in Guna Yala (formerly known as the San Blas islands), away from modern technology. A true place to unwind.

We first heard about San Blas in 2001, and since then, I have wanted to come here. This is the home of the Kuna indigenous people.

• The Kuna speak Dulegaya. Yes is eye, no is suli. Hammock is kachi. Water is di and island is dup
• Playón Chico (Ukupseni) was the centre of the 1925 Tule revolution. The uprising against the Panamanian government which was using military action to force them to adopt Hispanic culture, led to political autonomy from the mainland. They celebrate each February and flags have started to pop up across the community
• It is said that the Kunas had the first autonomous indigenous territory in Panama and Latin America
• They are the second smallest people in the world after the pygmies

We are staying at the Yandup Island Lodge. It wasn’t easy making this happen and yesterday, as we were packing our small bags for our stay, Andy raised concerns that it was a hassle coming here, and maybe we should have skipped it (I think it was the 3.50am wake up call calling). Today, minutes after being here, he regretted the fact that there was no Internet connection, as he couldn’t research how best we could combine another trip with another stay here 🙂

The Yandup Island Lodge is eco-friendly. They have solar panels and ask their guests to be mindful of the use of water and electricity. They also engage people staying here with the community, making sure first that we don’t do anything to offend. We’re told what clothing to wear/not wear when visiting the community; how not to haggle when buying goods and how we cannot take any photos of people (in some cases, this may be possible if we ask first and probably for a small fee).

After being shown to our over-the-sea cabana (it’s gorgeous), we went to have breakfast. We have a red pepper omelette and cheese, orange juice and coffee. This is a no nonsense place. All the food is included in our package. There is one option for breakfast and set menus for lunch and dinner. This suits us well.

We also have two activities a day planned… but after a quick chat over breakfast, we’d agreed to skip this morning’s activity (snorkelling) and stay in our cabana, or to be more accurate our veranda (if that’s the correct word). We have a walkway all around our room, and to make the most of the sea view, we have two hammocks, a rocking chair and a hanging chair… tough choices.

On the spur of the moment, we decided to walk around the island (the lodge is on its own island) and five minutes later, we were in our hammocks. The four hours until lunch passed in no time. Reading, writing our diaries, staring at the view in the distance and the sea. Andy snoozed – apparently the soothing sound of the waves was the culprit 🙂

Lunch was a tasty affair – a fresh green salad, stuffed baby aubergines with green beans and potatoes and watermelon for dessert. And plenty of water. From our table, I spotted two needlefish swimming about – they’re almost translucent bright blue.

At 3.30pm, we left by boat to go to visit the Playón Chico community. Instantly, it felt like every one lives on top of each other. We learned that there are 49 Kuna communities, with around 30,000 people. Over 3.000 people live on Playón Chico alone. 60% of the population are children, with most families having between five and eight children. It’s so crowded on the island that the chief asked for volunteers to go and live on the mainland. This is now in planning, with the move planned within the next ten years. Most houses are made from material from the forest. Families commonly have two buildings – a living space and a kitchen. The women wear the Kuna traditional dress – super colourful. They are displaying their wares, mostly molas in the hope that we’ll stop and make a purchase. Traditional molas have geometric patterns. Two molas are used as part of the traditional outfit, over the skirt and blouse. Photos cost a dollar each.

There were two games of football playing on the main square – on the same pitch. All boys I noticed.

People here live simply. Mother Nature is the provider. They get fish from the sea, and food from the forest – coconut, mangos and pineapple. For wood, they burn mangrove tree and coconut shells. It is very much subsistence living.

Tourism here is well managed and controlled, and they are careful not to compromise their way of living. It is not easy to make it to Guna Yala, which means that they know exactly who is coming when and staying where. The communities benefit directly from every dollar spent.

It feels good to be able to support this community, even if only in such a small way.

Upon landing, we’d noticed a fair amount of rubbish along the water’s edge. This was evident again around the town. Mostly plastic from further up the coast washed down here with the current. It was the same story in Santa Catalina sadly: some currents are full of rubbish, and Mike tries to pick some up each time he is on a boat. Here, there was a man busy sorting through the rubbish by the airport first thing. You can’t help but think this is a losing battle.

We have great crepuscular light at sunset time. After dinner, Andy went for a massage. He comes back even more chilled. We stared at the stars for ages. It was pitch black outside. We sat in our hammocks and rocked from side to side to the sound of the sea.

Yer an itoge (I am happy).

 

Today is all about the canal – four of us set off in a taxi at 9:30 to go to the visitors centre on the edge of the city. It’s about 15 minutes drive from the hotel. The centre overlooks Miraflores Lock, the first lock that take ships up from sea level. The majority of the canal is about 25m above sea level because it was created by flooding a valley to create a lake which forms the northern half of the route, this had to be higher to make it big enough and deep enough.

The Spanish conquerors had been investigating better ways to move goods across the isthmus of Panama since the 1540s, the majority of silver, gold and other goods they took from South America came through this area. Many plans were put forward over time. The Panama Railway was built in 1855, this is still in use and largely defined the canal route. The French started work on the canal in 1881, work continued until 1894 when the company ran out of money. The terrain had proved more difficult than expected and 25,000 workers from France and the Caribbean lost their lives. In a clever piece of political manoeuvring, Panama got help from the U.S. to gain its independence from Colombia. At the same time the U.S. bought out the French company and agreed to compete the canal; the first ship passed through the canal in 1914. This didn’t come for free however and the U.S. was granted control over the canal and the immediate surroundings along with the lion’s share of the income.  This continued until growing unrest in the sixties and seventies led to President Carter in 1977 agreeing to hand over full control to Panama in 1999.

The canal is now one of the major sources of income for the country, up to 25 ships a day pass through, charges are as high as $500,000 – estimated income is $3bn per annum. Because of the increase in sea traffic globally, the increase and the size of shipping and the threat of a Chinese-backed canal through Nicaragua it was agreed by a referendum in 2007 to spend $5bn on increasing the capacity of the canal. The new locks and channels opened in mid-2016, these allow for all but the very largest vessels to pass through.

Soon after we arrive a cargo ship is on its way into the locks from the Pacific, all traffic goes this way before midday and the opposite later. The canal operates 24 hours per day. We rush to the top floor and found a good vantage point, the railings are already crowded with spectators. The ship is eased into position by six diesel locomotives, three on each side of the lock. The captain of any vessel has to hand over command to a Panamanian pilot to pass through the locks. The gates close and the vessel almost imperceptibly starts to rise,  it looks like it’s empty as it floats very high in the water. After about 10 minutes, the lock is full and the engines ease the ship forward and into the canal itself. There are tug boats wait to pull it forward to the next lock a mile upstream. All of these locks are operating in exactly the way they were designed and built 100 years ago, an impressive feat. The visitors centre has a film, a museum and of course a gift shop – but first it’s coffee time. The coffee is from the producers in Boquete we recently stayed with – very good it is. There’s a plaque on the wall outside the cafe presented by the UK Government on the centenary of the opening in commemorating the British West Indians who worked on the canal. The film is massive PR promotion for the canal – would you believe no environmental damage was done by the recent $5bn project? We spend 3 hours at the centre, ships are queuing up to enter the locks from the North when we leave, we could easily have spent a few more hours watching them but our taxi is waiting.

After the canal we head to the Museum of Contemporary Art, to shorten the walk we take a ride on the Metro. It’s very clean and efficient and costs 35 cents a journey. The Museum has an exhibition by a Panamanian artist David Solís on the ground floor. He has lived and worked in France for many years and this is one of his first major exhibitions in his home country. His work is interesting but doesn’t grab us too much, the same themes seem to repeat many times. The first floor has everything you expect from a Contemporary Art Gallery: obscure video works, bad photos masquerading as art, garish paintings, 3d works made from paper and a sound installation. It’s all interesting without any of it being really absorbing.

Take another metro one stop to the Albrook Shopping Mall – I need some new shoes – have to look good for Tahiti! It’s intimidating in its size, we look in a few shops and finally find an outdoor store. They have what I want but not in my size. Just time for a juice and snack before we return to the Hotel.

We’re off to the San Blas Islands very early tomorrow morning. Just like in Santa Catalina, we won’t have any internet access so we’ll post retrospectively on our return to Panana City.

Start the day in our pink paradise. Cheese omelette sandwich for me for breakfast, plenty of jalapeños too, quite tasty – much better than the instant cappuccino.

Walk into ‘town’ to pick up some body boards but they’re closed today – not having much luck with surfing this trip. We’re leaving at midday so four of us walk down to the beach anyway, time for a quick swim before we go. The hotel dog decides it’s a good idea and comes with us.

The tide is a long way out which means there’s even more hot sun to hop across. The water is lovely as ever, the sun hasn’t quite warmed it up yet so it’s slightly cooler but very refreshing. All too soon we have to say goodbye to all this and head back to shower, finish packing and catch the bus to Panama City.

The first hour or so is through lots of lush green countryside, then we turn onto the Pan-American highway and head for the big city. After about 30 minutes we stop in Santiago for a snack and toilet break. We get surprisingly good coffee and cakes from a bakery on the edge of the bus station.

Back on the road for another couple of hours. To the north there’s a range of mountains that form the spine of the country, and the continent at this point. The clouds cling to the peaks which look very jagged wherever they poke through.

We stop again in Coronado. It’s getting late for lunch now so we just get some emergency shopping – pencils for Florence, sun-cream for me.

On the last leg of the journey, there’s a sudden heavy rain-storm but it doesn’t last; as it clears we’re suddenly on a bridge high over the Panama Canal. The continent is only 50 miles wide here, the Caribbean is 40 miles to our North, Panama City and the Pacific are on the south side.

We turn off the highway and join the traffic queue heading into the city; we’d been warned that this would happen. In this area, the Canal is everything. We can see it in the distance through the trees, we pass a couple of cemeteries created for the workers who died in its creation. A lot of the buildings we pass are former US military accommodation now lived in by locals; it’s doubtful they were painted in so many bright colours in their former existence.

Our hotel is in the mid-town area between the high-rise offices and apartments of the financial district and the old town. We have an hour to settle in then we’re out for dinner. Taxis take us to a marina created on reclaimed land in the Canal mouth – they had to do something with all the spoil from the excavations. The roads around the city are very good, one takes us around the old town on a road built on a continuous breakwater to keep the waves way form the fragile old buildings. The marina has a large number of very expensive yachts for us to choose from – one has a helicopter on it – very ostentatious.

There’s a nice breeze from the water. In the distance we can see the lights of the offices. This is officially our last night meal even though the trip has one day to go – we have to leave in the middle of the night on Sunday morning so we need a quiet night tomorrow. The food is good, pasta and pizza for us – with a nice Chilean Pinot Noir to help it along. Brayan wants to learn to enjoy wine – he isn’t impressed with this one.

The big news in Panama today is that the former dictator, Manuel Noriega, is being allowed out of prison and to live under house arrest in preparation for an operation on a brain tumour. He has been in prison since his capture in 1989. The US invasion was deemed by the UN to have been illegal, he hid in the Vatican embassy in Panama City where the US were unable to touch him. They set up a helicopter landing pad next door and bombarded him with loud music – said to have included ‘Welcome to the Jungle’ – Guns n Roses and ‘I Fought the Law’ by the Clash. After ten days he gave himself up.

We cooked our own breakfast this morning. Andy had a cheese omelette and I had cheese on toast with fried eggs. And a glass of fresh pineapple juice to go with it.

At 7.45am, Mike came to pick us up. A short drive to the harbour – if you can call it that – and we boarded Dolphin I.

We had a full day of snorkelling ahead of us. Yes, the craziness continues!

After watching a pod of dolphins pass by, we continued to Isla Granito de Oro. The island is idyllic – white sand, palm trees. But we didn’t go ashore. We put our snorkelling gear on – including fins which is a first for me – and we proceeded to swim around the island. Incredible. Such a variety of marine life – we saw turtles, a huge school of fish, cornet fish, reef sharks, spotted eagle ray, blue sting ray, moorish idol, freckled porcupine fish, sea urchins and much much more. And so close to us. This was the first proper snorkelling I’ve ever done, and I only manages it because Mike held my hand most of the time. This gave me the confidence to have a good look around, putting my head just a little deeper into the water.

Our second stop is Islas Cocos. Again Mike held my hand, the variety of fish was incredible. A tiny yellow fish started to follow Andy around. It’s no bigger than 2 cms, and yet it seemed comfortable close to him. It’s quite funny.

We continued on to Coiba Island where we disembarked for lunch. The island used to be used as a prison until fairly recently. Now, it welcomes snorkelling groups. There’s a small educational centre (with some weird exhibits) and a few trails – we hiked the shortest one to the viewpoint, which looked out over the islands we visited in the morning.

I decided to sit out the next snorkel. It’s a short one but clearly my morning’s adventures had taken their toll. I felt nicely tired, that nice feeling you have when you’re gently aching. I think I’ll sleep well tonight.

Our final stop is Isla Ranchería. There were a few boats there already, but we moored away from them. We took a little stroll – enough to see the crocodile trail to and from the sea. We’d seen the sign, and were told to avoid the fresh water river. We splashed in the water for a bit, reflecting on what an excellent leg the San Jose to Panama City was. Totally unexpected.

On the way back, we saw more dolphins in the distance.

We dropped our stuff in our room, and set off to find La Mencheria – where according to Lonely Planet we’d find the best ice cream in the whole of Panama. Andy and I both had scoops of passion fruit and nutella. Delicious!

We’re currently sitting in the hammock outside our room. There is a cold bottle of Panama Lager near us, the little kitten is asleep nearby. There is the smallest of breezes. I just chatted to Andy, and he agrees… this was the most excellent of days.

If Bocas del Toro was paradise, what does it make this place? Heaven?

So sad to be leaving our hotel in Boquete this morning. We loved it and would have given anything to have a few more days there, watching the clouds pass over the mountains, the light changing constantly and our feathery friends.

A little downbeat, we boarded our private transport, which was spacious and luxurious. So already things were looking up. And then we noticed our driver’s nephew’s t-shirt: ‘Save a cow, Eat a vegetarian’.

An hour into our journey, we stopped at Rey supermarket in David and did a mini supermarket sweep. We had 35 mins to get breakfast for the next two days, and we picked up a few treats too. We didn’t do too badly considering it’s always tricky to navigate a supermarket you’re unfamiliar with.

Back on the road, we hit the PanAmerican Highway. Progress was slow as traffic was reduced to two lanes for all vehicles; the other two lanes were being upgraded or maintained.

At some point, we turned left. The smaller road was in good condition. It was also deserted. The landscape’s definitely more rural. Grazing fields. People travelling by horseback.

None of the grandeur of Boquete; the houses are modest and made of bare bricks (some brightly painted, others not) and metal roofs. A horse stood waiting at a bus stop.

We stopped in Soná for lunch. Brian (we found out recently that the correct spelling of his name is Brayan) suggested Ise Ming, a local restaurant. The menu changes daily; there wasn’t much for us today so I ordered a fried egg sandwich; Andy a cheese one. Both were tasty, and excellent value – we paid $4.60 for both sandwiches and one drink. The currency in Panama is the Balboa but everything is priced in dollars (one Balboa is one dollar). Every now and then we get a few Balboa coins as change. Having placed my order, I walked down the main street for a bit and noticed that all the bars have a metal fence in front of the doorway. How very wild west!

Back on the road, the landscape’s more parched. The road twisted and turned. Slowly, we made our way down to the coast. We passed the small community of Farfán – there was no sign of life. Deserted. Everyone’s probably keeping out of the sun.

We arrived in Santa Catalina around 3pm. This is a small fishing village famed for its surfing. We’re staying in a hostel type place, but we have our own private room. Rooms don’t have numbers here, they have colours. We’re allocated the pink room (!!!) but it comes with an en-suite so I don’t complain too much. It also has two double and four single beds.

We put our swimming gear on and walked ten minutes down to the beach. First, we needed to cross a small river – we’re told to watch out for the tide (so we didn’t get cut off) and the crocodiles on the left.

The sand was so hot, we hopped to the sea (yes, we really did). When we got there, it was glorious. The beach’s curved and it wouldn’t look out of place in an advert. It’s stunning. We played and splashed about for a while. A lot of fun.

On the way back, we stopped at the hostel for a couple of beers and made it back to the coast five minutes from the hostel in the opposite direction to the beach in time for sunset.

Tonight, Brayan organised a barbecue for us all. We chipped in – cooking and washing up. Good fun. But we didn’t stay up too late as we have a fairly early start tomorrow morning.

Start the day with the free ‘continental’ breakfast; the only thing we don’t really like about this hotel. Bit of exercise this morning, we walked to the top of the hill behind the hotel. It’s about 45 minutes walk but steeply up the hill all the way. We did it early so it wasn’t too hot.

The climb starts in the shade with tall trees and plants either side of the path. After about half way, it opens out more and we get a view down the valley. Most of the way up there’s a viewpoint above a coffee plantation. We can’t get right to the top of the hill but when the path runs out there’s a spectacular view down the valley and up to the highest montain in Panama, Volacan Baru (3475m), beyond. It’s easier going down but still a bit hard on the knees because of the gradient. We were kept company for part of the walk down by two little yellow birds. They fluttered around very quickly – apparently taking the least direct route between one branch and the next.

While we were out our rooms were tidied, the maid is very good at towel animals – today Florence had an elephant.

The hotel is 8km up hill from Boquete. We only saw the town briefly when we arrived so we took the hotel shuttle down for a few hours at lunchtime. There isn’t much to see. The railway station hasn’t seen a train in over 20 years. The fire station has a few old engines outside. We had lunch at Fish Tacos – tasty vegetable tacos. Not much else to do until the shuttle back at 3:00 so we tried the local craft beer – not bad, mine was a Hammock Time – it certainly had that effect on me. The local indigenous people are part of the Ngobe Bugle culture, the women still wear their brightly coloured traditional dresses.

Back in the hotel, the birds seem to know we’re leaving tomorrow and put on a good show while we’re writing diaries. The bright red and yellow ones from yesterday were next to each other right in front of us, our resident hummingbird was never far away either.

6pm was rum time on our patio – ’The Hummingbird Lounge’ – team get together to compare and contrast Panamanian dark and light rum and a Nicaraguan one too.