I'm not sure how to describe the town. 'Hella-good'? 'Fantasmic'? First of all there are Rastafarians everywhere. Grandmother Delores, I would tell you that they were selling drugs, but I won't. That would be inappropriate. To be honest, Puerto Viejo is not much more than one long paved road that follows the coastline. And packed from end to end on each side are restaurants, surf shops, bars, all exuding a laid-back attitude. It's very touristy, and I've heard there has been speculation as to whether the 'authentic' Caribbean flavour has been nearly demolished or enhanced because of this. The decision is really in the eye of the beholder however, and make no mistake you will have an absolute ball here no matter what mindset you are in. All in all it's a concoction of fantastic beaches, great surfing, and of course the ambience of the Caribbean.
But, as I was saying earlier, it was a bit too wet for me and the German.
And so, a new idea is born. Bocas del Toro, Panama. This is on a little island just a short boat ride from the coast of Panama. But before I get into yet another great place, I need to tell you that Ule and I picked up a Swiss girl. Her name is Amy and we are the three traveling hooligans ready to take on our next adventure.
All for one and one for all...