Saturday, December 17, 2011

Panamania at sea

Back on the road - Johnny and I on a chicken bus in Nicaragua
One of the parts of the Central American trip I had most been looking forward to was my plan to sail from Panama to Colombia. Jo and Johnny, whom I had met in Nicaragua both intended doing the same trip. However, we were all on slightly different time schedules. I was planning on doing the trip during Christmas, spending December 25th on the boat, Johnny was planning on being in Colombia before the 25th and Jo - well, she wasn't actually planning on doing the sailing trip until we informed her otherwise! We had all gotten on really well together in Nicaragua and figured it would be an idea to rearrange our plans slightly and make the sailing trip together. It also meant that at least when we'd be stuck at sea for a week we'd be able to torment each other rather than complete strangers.

The sailing route from Panama to Colombia
The dates we settled on for the sailing trip would have us in Colombia by December 17th, just in time to meet Johnny's buddy Joe (yeah, another Joe/Jo) who was joining the trip for a few weeks. It was already December 4th, so it meant we'd need to get through Costa Rica and Panama and be ready for the trip in just two weeks. Having already spoken to many people who had been traveling from the south to the north of Central America and who and already been to Costa Rica, the general consensus was that, yes it's a beautiful country, but it's a lot more touristy than the rest of Central America, a lot more expensive and no more beautiful than any other country there. We decided to travel straight through Costa Rica, stopping for just one night in San Jose and head straight for Panama. In fact, after spending nearly 60 bucks for a dinner between the three of us in San Jose, being used to spending 3 or 4 bucks each on dinner we were pretty glad we weren't hanging around there for too long.

Crossing the border from Costa Rica to Panama - one of the more interesting border crossings, you leave the bus, and walk about a 1km across an old railway bridge before going through immigration.
Our next stop - Panama, more specifically Bocas del Toro, an archipelago of islands on the Caribbean coast of Panama. Six tropical islands and  scores of uninhabited islets with great surfing, diving, snorkeling and cheap rum - why wouldn't we stop off here??
Bocas!
Even the water-taxi trip taking us from the mainland to the largest island as spectacular. Powering our way over deep blue waves winding around densely forested green islands.
On the water-taxi heading to the islands
Once we arrived on the island we realized that the main reason people come to this place isn't necessarily to surf and dive, but more to chill out and have a good time. Quite a bit more built up than Isla de Ometepe where we had spent our last week, but still very relaxed with a strong Caribbean feel.

We spent a few days there recovering after the long trip from Nicaragua, and making the most of being by the sea.

Relaxing in the Sea
One of the highlights of our stay was a boat trip to a magnificent desert island and the shoal of dolphins we saw on the way. Well that, and a rather epic night out we had at the Aqualounge a bar right on the water at a neighboring island. We also meet some cool fellow backpackers, including two crazy Canadians, Sarah and Kathy and had plans to meet Kathy again in Colombia.

Dolphins! These guys were jumping clean out of the water - they just didn't want to do it on camera.
Paradise!
The sailing route between Panama and Colombia is a busy one - no, not because of drug trafficking (okay, well maybe a little), but mostly because there's no easy to get from Central to South America. There's three options: 1) you can fly - expensive 2) you can travel overland through the Darian gap - this will take days of hiking and four wheel driving, you'll probably be robbed, kidnapped, killed or all of the above 3)  or you can travel by boat - there's lots of charted sailboats making this spectacular trip sailing via the magnificent San Blas Islands. A lot of backpackers chose option number three and as a result finding a good boat to sail with can be difficult.

After three days of trawling through the internet, reading reviews, mailing fellow backpackers, mailing companies and a few skype calls later we were finally booked on Luka, a Polish ship manned by Tomak, his wife Beata and their dog Wasak ?? They had great reviews and we sailing on the exact date that we needed so we hopped on a bus for Panama city for a quick stopover before we headed to the port town of Portobelo from where the boat was leaving.

Panama City
Stepping off the bus in Panama was a refreshing change. Panama is most definitely the most developed city in Central America. The taxi ride from the bus station had our eyes wide open as we once again remembered what it was like to be on a huge highway with a modern city skyline in the background. Depending on where you were you could have easily been in an US city, but step onto the wrong street and you were very quickly reminded that you were a white tourist in an Central American country.

Myself, Jo and Johnny checking out the old part of the city
After a very brief stay, we bussed our way from Panama city to Portobelo to catch our boat. The town of Portobelo was small but nice, filled with the ruins of Spanish colonial fortifications. There we met Tomek our captain,  (we just called him Tom), Beata his wife and Wacek the first mate - a lively little Jack Russel Terrier. We were introduced to our fellow travelers: Anni and Asne, both from Norway, Peter and Lisa, a couple from Switzerland, Corinne and Flurina, two girls also from Switzerland, Guss and Floris to guys from Holland. None of us were too far apart in age, ranging from 19 to 29 and we all got on vey well from the outset.
 Myself, Johnny and Anni chilling out on one of the old forts in Portobelo
The gang getting to know each other
Our captain, Tomek, standing 6' 8" was quite an imposing guy but was more of a big friendly giant than anything else. He has probably spent more time at sea than on land and we were delighted to have such an experienced captain. He's in the Guinness Book World Records for being the just the sixth person to sail solo around the world against the wind - on Luka the very boat we were on. Wacek, the dog also noted on that very same record - does that still count as a solo sailing trip!?

We picked up supplies in town loaded and said goodbye to solid ground for a week.
Did we get enough rum? It was only 5 bucks a liter - can you get enough rum when it's that cheap?
Wacek guiding the way to Luka, our home for the next week
When we arrived on the boat, we were pleasantly surprised - it was 56 feet long with plenty of room for everyone and stocked to the gills with fresh food for the trip. We quickly settled in and prepared ourselves for the first leg of the journey. We left that evening, sailing to the San Blas Islands aiming to arrive early the next morning.
1 of 378 San Blas Islands
The San Blas Islands of Panama is an archipelago comprising approximately 378 islands and cays, of which only 49 are inhabited (thank you Wikipedia!).  Close your eyes and picture a desert island - white sand, tall palm trees blowing in the breeze, crystal clear blue waters - now picture 378 of them! This place was the very definition of paradise. The weather wasn't great for the first day or two over cast with a bit of  rain but when the sun did shine we certainly made the most of it.

One of the islands we stopped off on
Not a bad spot for a game of beach volleyball
Jo about to make a splash
The girls comparing tan lines after our first day of sun!


Anni, Johnny and I rehydrating after a swim
We spent three days in the San Blas Islands, filling our time with chilling out on the beach, swimming, snorkeling and just hanging out on the boat. We also met some other backpackers on some of the islands and found out how lucky we were to be sailing with Tomek and Beata. One group had 10 on their boat which was only 30 feet long and had been eating canned food for the entire journey. We on the other hand had been feasting on some amazing meals prepared by Beata. We all agreed that after two months traveling, the food on the boat was the best we had eaten all trip. One evening we had dinner on one of the islands feasting on fish they had just caught that day.
Dinner with locals. Beata and Tomek are in the left-foreground.
After leaving the San Blas Islands we had at least three days at open sea on the way to Colombia. This is the part of the journey I would have been happy to skip. The seas were pretty rough and each night we hit some really bad storms. It wasn't uncommon to be woken up by the crash of thunder and have entire cabin lit up by lightning. We were so lucky to have a captain we could all trust in. Everyone felt pretty ill (well apart from Tomek, Beata and Wacek of course). We were all popping our seasickness tables which really just ended up making us drowsy and seasick instead of just seasick! The days weren't too bad as we could sit up on deck and felt much better with the fresh air, but once darkness fell we were all ordered below deck because if someone fell overboard in the dark of night that would have been the last we'd see of them.   
Spot the folks who've taken seasickness tablets!
Three days into the open sea part of the journey we were all delighted to hear (can you sense my sarcasm?) that the engine was after breaking down and we were dependent solely on the wind to power us the rest of the way. That would have been fine if we had wind, but it seems that mother nature decided some pathetic fallacy was in order and that the wind should die when the engine did! It took us five days at open sea to reach Cartagena. Seeing the skyline of Cartagena in the distance was quite the site for sore eyes!
Victory Beer!
We arrived late in the evening and had the coast guard tow us into port. That evening we celebrated with a few beers - I'm not sure were we celebrating the fact that we made it to Colombia or the fact that we could finally stomach a beer again!

While there may have been times when all I wanted to do was get off the boat, I am really glad I went on the sailing trip. I though I'd enjoy the trip primarily because of the amazing sights along the way it was most definitely the people that made it. We got so lucky with such a great group of people, I couldn't have asked for better. We ended up traveling with many of them for weeks afterwards. Thank you guys for such an amazing trip!
All the gang. Starting clockwise at the bottom: Johnny, Floris, Guss, Corrine, Flurina, Peter, Jo, Anni, Lisa, Asne
And least I not forget Tomek, Beata and Wacek. After speaking with many backpackers I reckon we must have gotten one of the best boats possible to do the trip. Tomek and Beata were not just our crew, they were our travel companions. Countless times you'd be walking through the wheelhouse when you'd start chatting to Tomek or Beata. Without realizing it you'd have found yourself to have spent hours discussing some really interesting though provoking stuff. Tomek, especially, had a talent for reading people and everyone had some deep philosophical conversations with him. The guy has clearly spent a lot of time at sea with his thoughts and as a result is a very calm, thoughtful, intelligent person. Here's a little bit I came across about him online, written by Beata: http://zeglarz.net/English/TheSailor.htm

Captain Tomek
The following morning after our arrival in port we repacked our bags and headed for solid ground in the form of the city of Cartagena, Colombia. It was sad to leave Luka behind but thankfully we weren't leaving our friendships on board. We were all ready to explore what Colombia had to offer...

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Thursday, December 1, 2011

Turtle Soup

After two weeks of island life in Honduras my travels (which seemed to be slowly becoming a volcano tour of Central America) continued - next stop, Leon Nicaragua. Leon's a nice little city, full of picturesque old churches, good coffee and home to the new (and some say insane) sport of volcano boarding. I had heard that this was one of the must-do activities in Central America, so I signed up for it as soon as I arrived.
One of the many churches in Leon.
Watching the sunset on top of the cathedral
Volcano boarding involves hurtling down the side of a volcano on a 'volcano-board'. Although we were assured that lots of research went into the design of the boards, they were basically just a sled of a few pieces of wood nailed together. The volcano is question was Cerro Negro a relatively new active volcano (just over a 100 years old) with a cone that is made up of black volcanic sand and gravel which works well for volcano boarding.
Cerro Negro. You can see the path in the middle where volcano boards descend
Geared up and ready to go. Nobody ever said volcano boarding was a glamorous sport!
As I expected, looking at the volcano slope from below, imagining oneself sliding down it, and actually doing it were two completely different things. Once you were at the top, peering over the edge you realized how dam steep it was - think along the lines of a black diamond steep ski slope, but instead of nice soft snow you've got less friendly volcanic gravel to wipe out on! The 'protective' boiler suits and 'safety goggles' (which we couldn't really see out of) they gave us didn't do much to inspire confidence.
One of the girls about to head down. If you look closely you can see the truck at the bottom.
Boarding down the volcano was quite the white-knuckle ride. Steering isn't exactly an option, and with rocks flying at you at high speed you have to guess how fast you're going. As you approach the bottom the there's someone with a speed gun measuring how fast you're going which often resulted in people (myself included) trying to go as fast as they can and spectacularly wiping out - I was still picking gravel out of my clothes days later. Once such wipe out involved Johnny, an English guy I was traveling with, who ended up catching up with the girl in front of him and ploughing into her at high speed. It later transpired that ironically she had been going extra slow for fear of getting hurt!
Two people flying down the side of Cerro Nego.
The next day, thankful that we were still alive, Jo (an Australian girl I was traveling with) and I opted to experience a bit of local culture the following day - a cooking lesson with the locals. The two options on the menu were a local stew or iguana. Wanting to try something different and probably slightly influenced by the effects of the copious amounts of free mojitos we had received the night before, we opted for iguana. This would involve going to the local market, buying the ingredients (including two live iguanas), heading to some local Nicaraguans house to make some tortillas, prepare and cook the ingredients with the family (again, this included two live iguanas) and sitting down to eat the dinner we had made.
Shopping for the 'ingredients' at the local market
Making some tortillas
Saying goodbye to Albert the Iguana
I'm not going to lie, killing and cooking an iguana was not one of the more pleasant experiences of the trip. When you get a burger you're never really thinking about where it came from, but when you're actually the one killing, preparing and cooking the animal you're eating, it changes things. I do believe it was a good experience to have (for me that is, not for the iguana) as these days we're totally detached from where our food comes from.

Dinner was iguana stew, which was actually quite tasty. I'd have to describe it as fishy-chicken with some random vegetables, some of which I'm still not sure what they were. As traumatic as it was I think the whole experience was well worth while - and we got a free dinner out of it!

As we were sitting down to dinner it suddenly dawned on me what day it was - Thanksgiving Day - this was to be our turkey dinner!
Mmmm, tasty iguana
So after spending a day killing and eating animals we decided to balance the karma levels and help save some turtles. There's an organization in Leon who collect turtle eggs to prevent poachers stealing and selling them. They re-bury the eggs and release the turtles once they hatch. They invite people to come along and help release the freshly hatched turtles.
Relaxing trip through the mangroves
We started the trip with a nice leisurely boat trip through the mangroves where Phillip our guide told us about the area and the program they had put together to help save the dwindling turtle population. The trip finished as the sun was setting on the beach and we headed to reservation where the turtles were being hatched.
Getting ready to save some turtles
When we arrived we found nine hundred baby turtles. They had just hatched that day and were all to be released that night.
Lots and lots of baby turtles!
The little fellas were really cute, I was very tempted to stuff a few into my pocket but apparently that's frowned upon in these parts.
Our job was to carefully gather up all of the little fellas and once the tide was right we released them into the sea. If any of the turtles survive into adulthood they will return to the very same beach and lay over one hundred eggs. I'm quite hoping that all nine hundred of our little fellas are still going strong somewhere.

One their merry way - waiting for a wave to take them away
Johnny getting the torch out trying to show them which way to go
We finished the evening with some fresh seafood and rum camping out on the beach. When I say 'camping' - we were actually camped out under some palm trees in the yard of one of the locals who welcomed us into his beautiful beach-side home.
The beach we were camping on.
The view we woke up to
After spending a few days in Leon, we made a quick trip to the city of Granada and then onto Isla de Ometepe to see out our stay in Nicaragua. Isla de Ometepe is a spectacular island formed by two volcanoes in the middle of lake Nicaragua.
Looking at the island from the shore you can see the two volcanoes towering over the water
The island was so beautiful and there was so much to do there that we ended up staying for nearly a week. It was nice to chill out on an island for a while after staying in cities and doing so much traveling in the previous few weeks. The hostel we stayed in, 'Little Morgans' (owned by an Irishman funnily enough) was nicest I had been on all trip with some amazing woodwork which included a spectacular tree-house with an amazing view.
The tree-house in the hostel
The view from the treehouse
While on the island we got to do some cool stuff such as swimming in fresh springs, kayaking down one of the rivers on the island to see some caiman (like a small crocodile) and we rented quad bikes and toured around the 100 square miles of the island.
The view of the larger Concepción volcano from the lake
But the one of the highlights of the trip to Isla de Ometepe was hiking the Maderas volcaono. Maderas is the smaller of the two volcanoes that makes up the island (only by about 200 meters) but it's one of the few places on the trip we'd get the chance to hike through a cloud forest.
Maderas volcano. The top of the volcano is engulfed in clouds
The hike was amazing. Walking through lush green forests full of mossy trees and rich plant-life. Once we reached the top we were able to hike into the volcano and down to a lake that filled the crater.
Jo hiking through the woods with our guide

The lake inside the crater of the volcano
On the way down we were had an amazing view of the taller Concepción volcano which made up the other half of the island and we even had some howler monkeys to keep us company.
The view from the top
Monkey!
The week on the island was just another example of how beautiful Central America is. Nicaragua, with it's amazing countryside and great cities was definitely one of the highlights of the trip. As per usual we would have stayed longer if we could have but instead we kept moving south to see what the rest of Central had to offer.

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