San Blas!

With an expected departure about 2pm Thursday 16th, it became almost 8pm and slowly, slowly with no wind, seeing Cartagena fading out. Amazing light storm and already, after dinner, throwing up. I got my stomach prepaired eating just only enought to feel good for the 1st evening of the trip, but..as sandwiches were being prepaired, I couldn't say no. Anyway, feeling sensations again like on the ways back from Dominica or -specially- St.Lucia. I did the first shift of checking out at night to see if something turned up on the sea which was not before. Hopefully nothing as I was falling sleep. I slept like a baby -trunk-. With the breakfast again, all out. So after that, just sips of my mixes of juices in a bottle and cool, well, good enough for a sailing boat xd

2nd sailing day was..ansious, to arrive, counting the hours, everybody sleeping everywhere, just looking forward to arriving.

We spent the first night in the middle of the first islands we came across. We all swam to one of them just to feel earth.

The next day was a cool one, in the Kuna island of Halunega. Sharing dinner and magnificient times with all the family of the house and their neighbours. An island all made of huts where they live, inside their hammocks and their campfire place to cook, no needed anything else more.

We spent the night with some guys we met there, one of them teacher in the place. I spreaded my contacts to volunteer there and the day after with the headmistress of the schools in Arritupu, another bigger Kuna island.

We moved to Chichimé, where we spent the rest of the days. Two kuna families only living there and renting their hammocks for 1$ outside or 3 inside a hut (or 10$ with the 3 meals included). There was also a Colombian girl who had arrived on the boat that I wanted to take owned by a couple of Canarians and with really nice vibes, as this girl has too. We spent the day together in the opposite island, really remote, emptyness, solitudiness, loneliness...so many nice feelings. All with the filosophy of letting ourselves leave away by the flow. But she was somehow waiting for a captaing to take her away and see the world and my flow was of any new plan that could come out, taking it. And staying in the island for a while would be an awesome one and going to the volunteers in that new places too but..I had some "dates" with the other ones that If I'd have change it, everything wouldn't have been as it is being right now (keep on readin' til'd'end!!)

The day after a group of Barcelonan guys arrived to spend there some days and we've been playing volleybeach boys vs. girls really exciting. As we were one guy from New Zeland, one catalan guy, one Vasque captain and myself Galician traveler. Against all the catalan girs, speaking and swearing in their language, which of course, f words, are always the easiest thing to understand in other language, especially from a latin root one.

Anyway, liming day talking and listening to captains experiences. The vasque one had been eaten the day before on his hand by a shark very close to where we were, of course, he was practicing some...fishing with harpon and that attracted them, but the way -and specially the vasque accent he put on it, made it a pretty funny story, also thinking in the Spanish program "Vaya semanita".

We left the next day to Panama city and hopefully I did so, that at night after going around checking out the area -and ignoring a bit there was a really dangerous red zone very close, I'd found my 24h natural juice and milk shake place...in an opened parking!!! Never've seen such a business in a place like that. Then I went to have dinner in the most famous "Comida corriente" place in the old town, called "Coca cola bar". And there was another guy with the bracelet of the hostel eating alone so I joined him and we spent the rest of the night talking together around and in the bar of the hostel.

Nevertheless, the best came just before going to bed where I sat down to read a bit of the guide in the sofa and girl that I'd seen before was in the hammock. I approached to her and we started talking. She was chinese-dutch (I knew that almost two weeks later) but..the best was she invited me to her next trip, the day after morning with an English guy, to the Darien Gap. I became so excited for everything I knew about it. And so I did it!