The honeymoon. This journal isn't nearly as interesting as the journal I did for Europe, largely because instead of the travels of a lone, semi-budget concious backpacker getting into ridiculous situations over the course of a couple months, this is a journal of an exhausted couple of newlyweds relaxing in style after the wedding. Enjoy.
 6/25 Miami 6/26 Isla Colon 6/27 Isla Colon 6/28 Isla Colon 6/29 Boquete 6/30 Boquete 7/01 Panama City |
6/30 - Boquete, Panama Woke up with fresh coffee (roasted the day before on the premises) and fresh squeezed orange juice (from nearby trees). We started of the day with the coffee tour, courtesy of Barry. He explained the whole process of making coffee from growing to roasting (which we got to watch at the end). It was interesting, albeit a little long winded. It was also raining the whole time, but we'd gotten used to that by now. Not having a lot planned for the rest of the day, we went into town to explore and shop a little.  It was really nice to be driving a car and have the freedom to go wherever, as opposed to having someone drive us. Of course, that did mean I had to drive down the rocky dirt road from the inn into town. We did a little souvenir shopping and grabbed some lunch. We wanted to schedule a canopy tour for the next day, but they didn't know if they'd be doing it due to weather. We signed up anyway, and they said they'd call us at the inn if they actually did it. We then headed up into the mountains to do some sightseeing. The loop we took was great, it meandered across rivers, by waterfalls, through farms, and up very, very steep roads. The whole time I don't think I made it out of 3rd gear, often not even out of 1st. The scenery was amazing; some of the valleys we were looking I expected to see gorillas hanging out in.
We stopped at an unmanned ranger station at the end of the paved section to walk a little further down the rocky, muddy road. We were joined by an apparently lonely dog, who I christened Mono (Spanish for monkey, I was a bit frustrated by the lack of seeing any). He followed us up until we decided to turn around (I had been whining, and Kirstin finally gave in), at which point he kept going.
After that, we took the rest of the loop back to town, and went back to the inn. At this point, I took some benadryl (bought by the pill at a pharmacy in downtown Boquete) and passed out, trying to escape from the itching of the hundreds of bug bites we'd acquired since we got there (we brought two different types of bug repellant, but did we use it? of course not). I woke up in time for another lovely candlelit dinner. |