Author: kamiel79

May 26. To Leon, to Leon…
In the middle of the night, I can't stand it anymore. The mosquitos, that had shown their nasty presence as tactile fury yet had remained invisible to my eyes, got me jumping out of the bed and into the television room. My feet recover quickly and I perceive of the Irish guy that hangs on ...
May 25. Weak thoughts about Power.

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 ...
May 24. Drunken monkey.
The "Nicaragua Inn" next to the Pali in Rivas is the only place in town where they serve the kind of breakfast I feel like. Coffee and toast with marmelade. The 6:30 bus has just taken me here, and I've enjoyed the ride a lot. Zooming through the countryside on local buses, breeze in my ...
May 23. A night at a blue concrete bench.
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 ...
May 22. Tampa-man
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 ...
May 21. On a slow boat to China?
According to my plan, I will hitchhike on a slow boat to China. The means to that end is a stubborn and tenacious sojourn in the port. So I leave the hostel in the morning and take a bus to the Puerto Balboa. Balboa is the discoverer of Panama and the namegiver of many things. ...
May 20. Entering Panama.
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 ...
May 19. Exploring an island with one palmtree on it.
Today, we will have lunch on the Kuna island again. We will have the same menu as yesterday, and - if we would have been Kunas - as everyday. But we are no Kunas. Tomorrow we will have lunch in an American foodcourt eating french fries and hamburgers. Tomorrow the Kuna will eat fried fish, ...
May 18. Exploring an island with six palmtrees and a shipwreck.
Our immigration is delayed one day for reasons of no importance. Meanwhile, we set sail to another Kuna island where we anchor on a nice spot and relax yet another beautiful day long. There are a few Kuna families living on this island, and the deal is that they cook us lunch. Before that we ...