Bocas Del Toro

Bocas looks exactly like what you’d expect a pirate town to look like. The whole atmosphere makes you feel as if you’re a scurvy swashbuckler and you’re on your way to Davy Jones’ locker. The only bad part about this place was the weather. It was overcast and rainy ever day. The rain would come in spurts, and last for hours sometimes. The streets were wet, and large puddles were everywhere. This wasn’t just rain, either; it was tropical downpour. The drops were like grapes hitting you, and my laptop got a little wet. The keyboard stopped working for a few days, and it wasn’t a fun experience. John and I had to run from place to place looking for a decent room, but everything was booked. We eventually saw some people we had known from Puerto Viejo and sat down with them and had some beers in the restaurant they were eating at. They wanted to change their hotel to a different place, across the water on another island, and gave us their room at “Mondo Taitu,” a pretty cool hostel. I just liked it because they had guitars, but the rooms were pretty small and shitty. I couldn’t tell what it was before it was a hostel, but it must have been something really bad.

We ended up dodging rain, eating beef sticks off the street cart, and drinking “Cerveza Panama” in front of the grocery store all night with some other people from our hostel. I was pretty much owning it, and John and I snuggled all night because there was only a full sized bed in our room.

Not even gay,

Seamus