We haven’t had a chance to post for a while since we’ve been so busy getting the boat ready to head to the Galapagos and South Pacific. It has been a pretty frustrating experience accomplishing this in Panama City, but we’ve persevered and are back out in the Perlas Islands now, waiting for good wind to sail to the Galapagos. So now that we’re back on island time, I had some time to write this post about our first trip out to the Perlas.
After an awesome 6 hour sail, Isla Contadora was the first stop with the largest town where a few restaurants and tiendas can be found ashore.
On the beach is Restaurante Romantico. A cute little place that we couldn’t resist after having not eaten out for quite some time. Before going we checked out reviews, one at www.panamaqmagazine.com/villaromantica_feature/villaromantica_pg2.html stating that “It is likely that there will be ten to twenty yachts anchored nearby during these times. And they do come ashore adding even more character ,and characters, to your visit.”
We wandered the narrow streets at random and eventually made our way over to the north side of the island. For whatever reason, the north side is abandoned and would make for a great post-apocalyptic vacation destination for ghosts.
There’s even an abandoned ferry on the beach. Legend is it showed up one day loaded with passengers and then went up on the beach in a horrible storm. With the sole means of transportation broken down on the beach, and with no way to escape or resupply the hotels with food, the tourists soon began to live a nightmare version of Gilligan’s Island. As the coconuts and berries dwindled, the tourists soon turned on themselves. Soon there was only one cannibal tourist left, and the locals say that he still roams the beach at night looking for new guests to eat. The other legend has it that they took a different ferry back or flew out from the airport.
Back on the south side of the island, we got together with the crew of Knee Deep and being that it’s the middle of winter we got to talking about snowmen. The idea was hatched to build one out of sand. I scoffed at the idea between sips of beer and said it couldn’t be done. But the Doolittle dudes got to work.
But it was not to be. Tropical sand is a fickle medium, and apparently has trouble maintaining structural integrity when molded into snowmen. After a few brief moments of glory, it toppled over. It was seriously injured, with both the top and bottom ball showing major wounds and silica hemorrhaging.
Ready for some more remote anchorages, we headed off to Espiritu Santo and Isla Canas.
Isla San Jose is the second largest island in the Perlas. It’s privately owned, and looks like a perfect place for a James Bond nemesis to setup shop.
My toenails however do not look good painted, but this is what happens when to you when you’re minding your own business, taking a nap in the cockpit. But I’ve got an idea for revenge. Just need to catch a sea snake first.