Another Day in Paradise

Woke around 6:00 this morning, it’s already light but there’s quite a lot of grey in the sky and the ground is wet – it’s clearly rained quite hard overnight. Breakfast begins at 6:30 – presumably because anyone who comes from the U.S. or further east wakes early for a few days while they adjust to the time difference. The advantage of an early breakfast is that there is plenty of choice, although we’ve only managed to find avocado on one day so far. The fruit choice looked good today so I loaded a plate with passion fruit, pineapple and mango, like so much here the colours and flavours are turned up to 11.

We were in reception at 8:00 for our pickup for today’s activity – a catamaran trip around the Lagoon that surrounds the island (this is Monday’s trip that we re-arranged to today due to bad weather). Our captain for the voyage was Arnaud. His mum, Odille, picked us up and took us to the boat. She’s lived here for 2 years but 40 years on various French overseas islands. She told us that after 40 years of sun, she wakes every morning hoping for rain. It’s a short drive to the catamaran, we’re lucky – it’s just the two of us today. We sail across the mouth of Ōpūnohu Bay and along the coast of the island, it’s still quite rough outside the lagoon so we stay on the calm waters inside. The bay has been accepted by UNESCO as World Heritage site and will be added to the official list soon. The views were amazing, on one side a clear blue sky and beautiful blue water, turquoise where it’s shallow and richer blue in the deeper areas. On the landside, the spike green covered mountains tower above the ocean, clouds swirl around the summits. Some sufers were waiting for waves next to a gap in the reef at the mouth of the bay.

After about 45 minutes, we stopped at a shallow area where rays and sharks congregate, this time there’s no feeding. We stood on the bottom while the sharks swam round us, although we’ve been told they are completely safe it’s still a bit unnerving. As well as the two big attractions, there are numerous smaller fish smimming around.

Back on board, we’re given a cool pineapple juice to refresh us before the next stop. This was a channel between two small islands, the water is incredibly clear. The area is protected so fishing isn’t allowed. The fish seem to know this and congregate in large numbers. There was a huge variety of colours, shapes and sizes – and they were much less timid than usual. Two rays seemed to enjoy swimming around us. The journey back is partly under sail – so peaceful to glide along across the beautiful water. Arnaud gives us a small Mai Tai cocktail and a plate of fresh fruit to keep us going. All too soon we’re back at our starting place, a very memorable morning.

We had a quick swim in the pool before walking into town for lunch, a slightly eccentric salad with couscous, cheese and tofu as well as some fresh vegetables. This wasn’t enough for Florence who had spotted a patisserie sign. We chose a banana cake and a pineapple cake to share. I also ordered an expresso. I added some sugar and took a sip – it was disgusting! Then it sank in – that was a salt bowl on the table not sugar. The clue may have been the two packets of sugar on the saucer – I’d thought that was odd. I ordered another and explained my mistake, they were very nice about it and didn’t charge me… but did tell everyone else what I’d done.

Back to the hotel, we took out a kayak for a paddle along the coast, there’s quite a strong current today so we went upstream first then back which should have been easier but somehow wasn’t.

Our next maritime adventure was to try out paddle-boarding. We didn’t go outside the hotel beach area but just had a go to see how it felt. It starts off very wobbly but it soon starts to feel okay, the hardest part for me was getting off without falling in.

Took a few photos around the hotel and watched the sunset – it’s our last night tonight. We then cleaned up for the evening and went back to the Moorea Beach Cafe for dinner. We had a very nice meal and bottle of wine by the sea, fish were jumping, crabs wandering on the beach.

Yet another excellent day.

Nature and culture

We woke up before the alarm. It’s not really surprising, we went to bed sooooo early.

Breakfast has to be quick today as we need to be ready to go at 7.45am.

Yvette picked us up for our Nature and Culture tour. We hadn’t been in the car for five minutes when she stopped to show us the breadfruit trees – these are part of the Mutiny on the Bounty story that accompanied us today (some of the film versions were filmed here). More traditionally, after each birth, the placenta is buried in the garden and a breadfruit tree is planted. Think about that, and then look around… there are breadfruit trees everywhere.

We drove around Cook’s Bay (Pao Pao Bay ) which isn’t the bay Captain Cook anchored in, of course and then Ōpūnohu Bay.  More driving took us to the Bounty Plateau – the 360° view is simply out of this world. Yvette told us legends about the mountains – king and princesses protecting the islands.

Back at the car, Yvette gives us passion fruit juice she made at home this morning. It is refreshing and cooling. The humidity today – combined with the sun – is a killer.

En-route to our next destination, she showed us many trees and flowers which have multiple purposes – they’re used as medicine, make-up, to make roofs and hats, boats and anything else you can think of.

Next, we visited farms. Pineapples and papayas. All around us are passion fruit trees and avocado trees. We helped her pick up fallen fruits.

Next, we drive to the Belvedere. The view is – well, it’s so easy to run out of superlatives here – not bad. Not bad at all.

For our next stop, Yvette warned us to put as much insect repellent on as we could. We walked in the forest to the marae (ancient temples ). The mosquitoes were so bad that she only let us look at one of them from the car. She explained that most of the cultures and traditions have gone. These were mostly oral and were lost when the missionaries forced them to abandon their culture. These were where chiefs made political, social and religious decisions. One has steps Mayan style. In some cases, sacrifices – human – were made to the war god – Oro. The light in the forest was stunning.

Yvette then took us to the agricultural school. They make jams there – we tried a few and then got sorbets – passion fruit and ginger for me. Andy settled for passion fruit and soursop – a sherberty flavour. And then we had a fresh pineapple juice. Yvette then brought us helpings of the avocado (the fruits are huge here, seriously), papaya and passion fruit we’d collected earlier on.

As we’re ready to go, I went off to have a little chat with a couple of cats. They had a lot to say, and politely answered any questions I had.

At the fruit factory, we sampled fruit juice and ready made cocktails.

This was a half day tour. We packed so much in. I don’t think there was a moment when Yvette wasn’t talking. She loves telling stories about Moorea, talking about the cultures. She is vibrant and a tour with her is priceless. She’s great.

Back at the hotel, we went for a swim in the sea, and then the pool. We seriously needed to cool off. After lunch, we went snorkelling around the bungalows. Andy went further out. I stayed close to shore and even just there, the variety of fish is staggering – yellow ones, orange ones, black ones, stripy ones, silver ones, hoover ones (on the seabed), flat ones, multi-coloured ones, fat ones and big ones (one was so big I did a double-take as it was coming near me).

Back in the pool – there’s hardly anyone there… so here’s a tip, so far the shoulder season has treated us well and if you avoid the weekend, you have the resort more or less to ourself.

We decided to explore the other side of town (turning right as we left the hotel). Many shops, banks, restaurants and another supermarket.

On the way back, we stopped at the Moorea Beach Cafe. The setting is perfect. We have drinks whilst we wait for our take-away goat cheese pizza. Andy had a local beer. I settled on a vodka martini… and I need to say at this point that cocktails here are strong. They certainly don’t skimp on the alcohol.

A great day.

Moorea is stunning. Everything about it.

I think I’m in love.

Demain, il fait beau

We woke up to an ominous sky. As we left our room, it felt as if we were walking into a steam room; the humidity today was around 80.

Breakfast was a hearty affair. As we were discussing the day ahead, the heavens opened. We looked at each other. That wasn’t the plan for today.

Andy went off to the activity desk, and managed to get today’s expedition re-arranged to Wednesday. Theresa agreed that this was a good move, and assured us that the weather will be lovely tomorrow. We lingered a bit longer, and had another cup of coffee.

The rain didn’t let off. We got back to our room and decided to make the most of today. Desperate times called for desperate actions. I made a list:

– Delete photos and make space on my laptops (the start-up disk is full so it’s near impossible to import new photos)
– Play games (the reception desk has a broad selection of board games)
– Write diaries
– Back up photos
– Mend bag
– Camera cleaning
– Change cameras’ dates and times
– Watch episode two of Apple Tree Yard
– Walk to town
– Swim

We started with the less fun tasks.

Around 3pm, the rain let off so we took ourselves to town. Turning left as we left the complex, one long street with a couple of hardware stores, a knickknack shop, a restaurant (which was shut) and a supermarket. Out of curiosity, we went in. There were hardly any vegetables for sale (I’m guessing that people grow their own. They certainly have fruit trees in their garden), but the wine selection was decent. We bought a couple of beers.

On the way back, we spotted crabs on the edge of the road, and eels in a river.

In French Polynesia, the point kilométrique (PK) markers start at PK0 at the airport and go around the coast in both clockwise and anticlockwise directions. A restaurant’s address for example would be the name e.g. Restaurant Andy, Maharaja, PK5.

We taught ourselves how to play dominos and then ‘Let Master’ – a kind of anagram game where you move your piece a certain number of spaces depending on wether you won the round, or lost it. The rules were in French. We played a version of the game. Who knows.

All day, it’s looked like the place was deserted, and then slowly people started to emerge from their rooms either stretching their legs or going for a swim. There are fewer people staying now that the weekenders from Papeete have gone home. The pool wasn’t really busy so I was able to do a few lengths. We settled by the pool with our books, and then a few pages in I realised that it was Happy Hour.

Time for rum cocktails and an early night. Not only it is tiring doing nothing, we also have an early start in the morning.

Not Normally a Threat to Humans

11 Hours sleep for me, things looked a bit better after that. Florence had already been up for an hour or so and been for a walk. Start the day with a buffet breakfast, lots of choice of fruit, bread, cheese, juice, etc. Our plan was to stock up on breakfast and miss lunch – didn’t look like that would be a problem. Local wildlife also helps itself to breakfast – a bird steals some rice form a neighbouring table, a couple of other birds try their luck on the cheese plate.

Stopped at the excursion desk after breakfast to book our activities for the next few days – we’re going to be busy!

Wandered back to our rooms and changed for our morning swim, read a bit while we dry off. Surprised to see people eating lunch already – where did the morning go? I think this is what they mean by island time.

Our first activity was a snorkelling trip. Moorea, like many of the French Polynesian Islands, is surrounded by a coral reef. We were driven round to the eastern end of the island which looks out towards Tahiti to meet our boat. On the way we have the sea to the left and the jagged green volcanic hill-tops to the right. Its incredibly beautiful, the colours of the flowers, the sky and the water seem to be turned up to 11. Florence described it as walking through a technicolour film.

It was a short cruise to the snorkelling point, there was already a boat moored when we arrived. This was a snorkel with a difference, we stayed in one place, hanging onto to ropes slung between buoys while scraps of fish were thrown into the water to attract sharks and stingrays. This dubious practice was worsened by the encouragement to ‘ride’ the rays by grabbing their mouths from above and holding on while they swim off.

Once the feeding finished the majority of people lef, leaving us in peace to enjoy many many varieties of fish. The sharks and rays still hung around, it’s fascinating to see them close up – very close up. The sharks are blacktip reef sharks, about 1.6m long, they pose little threat to people. They are one of the commonest sharks in the Pacific, they mainly eat small fish and crustaceans as well as occasional birds.

The stingrays are nearly 2m across, their eyes and gills are on the dark grey tops of their bodies, their mouths are on their white underside. They are a very impressive site as they gently wave their wings to move along.

Back to the hotel, we decided to carry on with our watery afternoon and went for quick snorkel off the beach. There were no sharks and rays to be seen but still a lot of many-coloured fish to entertain us.

Last night, the clouds built up in late afternoon removing any chance of a sunset but tonight we were luckier, not a huge flaming red sky but some beautiful pastel colours as the sun disappeared behind the mountains.

We celebrated our first full day here with happy hour cocktails, fruity rum concoctions that would be very out of place in London but went down very well here.

Ia orana, maeva

Yesterday was one of the least fun days we’ve had on our travel. But it had to happen. We’d been very lucky so far, all the travelling we’d done was self-contained. When we originally put the itinerary together, we toyed with the idea of breaking the journey and spending a couple of days in Buenos Aires (this would have been our third visit there, it’s an awesome place) but the airline schedules didn’t work out unfortunately.

And so it is what it is.

We left Los Angeles at 22.40 and flew to Tahiti with Air Tahiti Nui. Everything about this airline is fun. They give you flowers; the crew dresses in floral uniforms, the branding is all pastel colours. The flight was uneventful. Andy slept most of the way and when he didn’t, he chatted away to the crew in Spanish, and the hostess would then turn to me and ask me – in French – what he’d said. Bless.

We landed in Papeete at 5.05am. Get this. There was a band and dancers to welcome us, and we were presented with a traditional flower lei. Immigration was a doddle – very few people on the plane were Europeans, and so we breezed through the E.U. queue – please spare a thought for poor Andy who will have to use the non E.U. queue in the near future!

With all the paperwork done and the luggage collected, we left the terminal, went to the cashpoint… and checked in at the domestic terminal. We had just over 3.5 hours to our flight to Moorea.

The last leg of the journey was precious however. We could see our destination clearly from the runway as we boarded. As we we were seated, we had the announcement about making sure we put our seatbelt on, and then there was an announcement to say that we were preparing for landing. Our flight duration was eight minutes :-).

Seating on the left of the plane afforded us amazing view of Moorea and its jagged mountain peaks and its lush jungle. This place was on my must see list and I’m thrilled to bits to be here… 31 hours after we left Panama City.

The island feels familiar and yet so different from the scenery we had grown accustomed to. The hills are rugged and the flora’s different. The temperature’s pretty much what we’re accustomed to by now. Hot and sunny… maybe a tad too humid. But let’s be clear, we’ll take this. We’re travelling here during the shoulder season and we were told that rain would not be uncommon. This is the risk we took. The alternative would have been to come here half way through our New Zealand trip and so it made more sense this way. So far, so good.

Our transfer to the hotel was easy. The hotel reception greeted us with ‘Ia orana, maeva’ (hello, welcome). With the end in sight, we both started thinking about taking a nap on arrival… but our room wasn’t ready. Bummer. We seriously needed some TLC by then. Undeterred, we rummaged around our bags to get our swimmies and hit the beach. The water was warm, the sun was out… and just by swimming for 15 mins or so, we saw an incredible amount of fish. Easy snorkelling around here we reckon. Swam in the sea, loungers, infinity pool, loungers, swam in the sea, loungers, infinity pool… repeat.

We got our room at 2pm and laughed. I had deliberately asked to get a standard room – as opposed to a bungalow over the sea as there is quite a lot to do in Moorea. I’d anticipated that we’d never leave the bungalow if we stayed in one. Our room is amazing – spacious, the hottest water we’ve had since leaving London, a massive bed and an outdoor private balcony.

We are staying  at the Manava Beach Resort and Spa Moorea and it’s not too shabby… let me tell you! The staff are incredibly friendly. The place is beautiful, the water is potable and it’s run as an eco-friendly place. The bungalows over the sea are located over corals rescued from the lagoon. There is a man who goes round checking on the health of the coral (pollution, global warming, tourism), and he brings unhealthy coral back to the resort and tries to restore it to full health. This, in turn, brings in an crazy variety of fish which you can see really well (this is the clearest water we’ve seen on the trip yet).

We can’t wait to explore the island further. It is supposed to be unspoilt. With so much to do and not much time, we sat down to draw of a list of the activities we’d like to do. As we were busy planning, there was a knock on the door, and when I opened it I was faced with a man with a pineapple in his hand. A welcome gift.

We played three games of table tennis and I lost all three. True, I was getting distracted by the view but also some of my shots were shockingly bad.

Ah yes, the view. No photos today I’m afraid. Too tired to function, but full service will resume tomorrow.

For dinner, we opted for the resort’s themed buffet (‘food of the world’). At 5900 CFP (Franc Cours Pacific, or the Pacific Franc) per person, which is roughly £42 a head, it’s not cheap, but we’re too tired to go and explore. Also, we’d seen the menu in advance and there was tons of salads. Imagine, salad we could finally eat without the fear of getting unwell! And we sneaked in a tiny bit of salmon for an Omar lookalike cat.

At 8pm, there was a dance performance by the pool. It was great to see some Polynesian culture… for ten minutes. All the travel finally caught up with us and as good as the dancers were, we left. Because… bed.

PTY – LAX – PPT

Guillermo was ready for us at 7.45am. Andy just had time to weigh our bags to make sure we were within our limit.

The drive to the airport was super easy – no traffic – so we were there soon after 8.10am. If only all airport rides were that easy. On the way, we passed Panama Viejo, and saw a few ruins.

The check in was fine. Breakfast wasn’t. There wasn’t a lot of choice. The food was okay, and the coffee a little less than okay. We had planned to be at the airport 2.5 hours before we were due to take off. But with the easy journey in and our flight time being pushed back by 25 minutes, we had a lot of time to kill. Waiting to board our flights, I made a start on researching our next destination – and as the internet connection was fine, I purchased the Lonely Planet e-book. Andy went off to explore the shops, came back, went off to get a much better coffee and then had to leave half of it behind as they called our flight.

We flew with Copa Airlines. We got decent seats. When the food arrived, it turned out that they’d lost our vegetarian requests, so we made do with a bread roll and a small salad. Clearly today’s not going to be our lucky day for food.

Looking at the flight map, we thought about how we were flying over all the countries we’ve visited over the last nine weeks in less than three hours.

How can we sum up these past nine weeks?

There were some discoveries and revelations. Some places will stay with us forever; some we can’t wait to go back to. We’ve enjoyed the landscapes, the scenery, the cultures, the food, the weather, the many people we have been lucky to meet. I would do it all over again; I don’t think I was ready to leave Central America. Andy knowing we were leaving got himself mentally ready and is looking forward to the next chapter of our trip.

There were some casualties:

  • My hairbrush
  • My sunglasses
  • A jumper left behind by accident
  • Andy’s flip flops (he no longer flops)
  • His sandals
  • His shorts never seen again after our first cenote (forgotten? Misplaced?)

And a few disappointments. We never really got to grips with Guatemala (probably the country we were most looking forward to) and the food in Panama which for us was mostly stodgy western food. We never managed to sort out surfing anywhere.

Some odd numbers:

  • Countries visited: 8
  • Beers consumed: 35 (Florence), 37 (Andy)
  • Photos taken: 21,000 (we have a lot of deleting to do!)

After 6 hours and 40 mins, we landed in L.A.

Andy sailed through immigration. I didn’t. I had one of those guys who get a power trip out of the job and the uniform. The conversation didn’t go well. I had to bite my tongue and think before I spoke (not one of my strengths) but that annoyed him even more as I took too long to respond. Anyway, to cut an unpleasant incident short (and this is by far the worse thing that’s happened to me on this trip), he let me in… so I could get out again.

I’d like to say that we walked into Trump’s America, didn’t like what we saw and turned around.

Or I could say that the low temperature (14C!!!), the mist and the rain did not appeal to us so we turned around.

But the reality is that we’d never planned to spend anytime in Los Angeles. We’re here because of our flights and so we walked ten minutes to terminal B and waited for our check-in to open – over two hours. And then we found out that again the vegetarian meals we’d ordered were not registered, and it was now too late to get them.

Onto security. Yes, of course my bag was picked up for inspection and emptied. And I was asked some ridiculous questions.

This is how bad things are right now. I’m sitting opposite a bar that has Californian, wines, and I’m drinking water. I need the stress headache to go away.

The best (worse?) thing about the departure lounge is a souvenir shop… full of Trump crap. I looked in disgust, not knowing whether to laugh or cry #resist

Hmmm… an airport day, and not one of our best ones.

A tale of three cities

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.

Un Triunfo de Omar

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.

Presidential Suite

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.

Island Time

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!