The Bull's Mouths

  

After a week in Puerto Viejo, Costa Rica, we decided to take a quick trip down to the Bocas del Toro islands of Panama. (Look! Panama beer!) 

The two-day whirlwind voyage included:

•  Four bus rides: some bumpy, some worse
•  Two border crossings, both hot and slow 
•  Two longer-than-advertised boat rides (neither one of them very smooth either) 
•  Two spare barf bags in Zac’s daypack 
•  Four Dramamine pills to help keep those barf bags empty 
•  One twenty-year old hotel manager who accommodated our meager budget- and threw in
   air-conditioning, too(!) 
•  Three ice cream cones that tasted like Grandma’s homemade 
•  Seventeen street vendors trying to sell us any drug we could think of 
•  One Hemingway-esque afternoon on the pier at a table for two, with our pens, books and beers... 

 ...oh, and one Panama hat, bought from the sweetest old lady on the Isla de Colon.

 
Keith, we took the pirate picture for you.