Leon is nice and calm. Nicer and calmer than Granada. It’s an interesting comparison if you the cousins of them in Spain. The people of Leon are so proud of their place, so you better not mention the Alhambra. I walk around town looking for the museum of Ruben Dario, and unfortunately I cannot find …
Open shutter =[ Floating around in the fresh water of the Laguna Apoyo, a volcanic laguna created some 20.000 years ago when a volcano completely and violently exploded, watching over the surrounding hills that seperate the laguna from Lago Nicaragua, indulging in the peaceful quiteness of the place ]= close shutter. We have captured …
Happiness suddenly strikes me (like a warm gun) when I have breakfast in a tiny San José lunchroom. Over coffee, juice, eggs and toast I dream away. The heads of the people here are taken from a movie. I can’t remember which one, but they definitely appear in some movie. Perhaps it’s The Gothfather, or …
At the border with Costa Rica, a connection to San José is waiting for us. It’s business as usual: we get through the immigration smoothly with our western passports where some locals are thoroughly checked. The immigration takes some patience, but after two hours we can continue our voyage. The Costarican countryside we drive through …
When I wake up and climb out of my sarcophagus berth we have already anchored. We’ve arrived at mainland Panama. Mainland! We stuff our luggage in the dinghy, row to the dock and strap our backpacks back on. I talk to a strongly tattooed girl on a big Katamaran. She has just introduced herself overzealously …
We get up with the sunrise and row back to the Koala. It’s only 8am when we have some breakfast and sail for some ten minutes to another island we readily agree to call “Monkey Island 2”. This time, we start building shelters. DJ swiftly erects some fragile structure with palmleaves and a flagpole with …
Big red starfish, the pristine beaches of small deserted islands surrounded by turqoise water, rippling like millions of natural mirrors. It’s so beautiful here! We arrive in the San Blas archipelago. Fabien anchors next to a large catamaran, close to a fairy tale palmtree island. We can dive in the water now, and explore the …
Fabien the captain takes my passport because he has to go the the immigration on our behalf and then it’s time for lunch. Last lunch on this continent, with the last juice, the last soup. Today, I’ll have the last bit of streetfood here, the last walk through a park, the last south American newspaper, …
At 5:30am the bus to Cartagena leaves. It will take almost the whole day and I enjoy the Colombian countryside from the comfortable bus chair. Why don’t we make up more proverbs ourselves? Let’s found some institution for the creation of new proverbs. After so many busrides…
I arrive in Cartagena, the port town …
