We take an hour walk around the island, pausing for appetizers and a drink at the Cosmic Crab. The transition from very wealthy to dirt poor is startling. Photos below.
A Day On Captain and Tennille’s Catamaran
We are on a catamaran named Chewbacca, Captained by Marcel and his wife, Tennille. Seriously. The boat backs out of its slip, chugging gently south through the gap between Isla Carenero and Bocas Del Toro. Fourteen of us, mostly Americano, sprawl across the deck and nets of the vessel. Twenty minutes out, the water shifts between patches of postcard blue, …
Lessons For The Planner
High noon. The internet goes down again. I relax into it, joining Ali Sun on a walk north along the eastern shore of Carenero. Crabs, birds, surfers, locals. Something catches Ali Sun’s eye – a cross between a lizard and a bird she says. Velociraptors – who knew? The ocean’s gentle, lapping waves to our right, jungle to the left. …
Ritmo De La Vida
I fall asleep almost instantly despite a torrential downpour, the thump of a bar on the main island, the scuttling of foraging crabs in the rain and the house cat fending off a feral competitor. Eleven hours later, I rouse from a deep sleep. We are on Eastern Standard Time, plenty of time to prep some analytics for a client. …