|hi all. <i´m sitting in an internet cafe in Golfito. That´s why you´ll see weird punctuation marks. please disregard. I have 3 more hours until the bus leaves to go back to Pavones. Let´s see, we left Golfito on Saturday despite the fact that our propane tank hadn´t been returned yet. Brian was getting sick of what he calls the RV Park. Since he was getting grumpier and grumpier and I was getting more and more business sewing sails and canvas for other cruisers, we headed 3 hours down the coast to Pavones. Pavones is a well known surf destination and there´s a safe place to anchor. We have escaped the RV Park mentality of sitting around discussing where you´ve been and not going anywhere and doing anything. |
This allowed us to traipse around a small small town, find a coconut on a beach, play in a river with cool water under green jungle trees, and play a game of checkers (I won) and see free ranging horses drinking ocean water (no kidding, i´ll post the picture). And most relieving of all, for Brian, he got to surf.
However, I had to ride 2 hours on a jarring yellow school bus, get off, get on to a metal, rusty ferry, cross a river (only cost 10 cents) and get on to a different jarring yellow school bus for 30 more minutes. After all that, I arrived in Golfito to discover that the propane truck didn´t come at all last week and so our tank is still empty. GRRRR. I guess we´ll be barbecuing a lot.
Tomorrow, we head for some Panamanian islands. Allegedly some of the best cruising there is. We´ll let you know.