The journey back to Bocas Town …

Seriously this is what I woke up to; a warrior woman ready for the challenge of yet another adventure taking the Tiki bus to Sixoila to cross the border, I had done it once surely I could reverse the order and get myself back across the border without paying for the “white bus”.  Marlot & Matias and I had done it together only 10 days prior and on the way a discussion ensued about being a “real traveler”some things were said, I just want end the question me being a real traveller or not because I stay in one location for so long … there is much more to being a traveller than how much you move around, let me tell you after today I consider myself a REAL traveler.   I carried both of my backpacks, both of them,  just like the REAL backpackers do (ooooooh awe), no wheels, and I travelled back to Bocas Town on the Tiki bus, figuring it out.  A REAL traveler!  I made one critical mistake in the packing of my backpack, I put the heaviest thing at the top and it should have been on the bottom, lesson learned.

When I came out for breakfast this morning everyone was a buzz I walked over to see what was going on and there she was sitting in the tree right behind the reception area a few feet above our heads just hanging there.   I could not believe my eyes – a young sloth within reach, touchable, hanging in the tree right outside my door.  At first she was high up in the tree and slowly she made her way down towards the people gathered at the foot of the tree snapping pictures wildly.  Continuing her descent closer and closer until she was 7 feet up in the tree, touchable.  I began talking to her and telling her she was soooo beautiful and thanked her for coming down to visit us, I told her we would leave her alone soon because we know how sloths like their solitude.   She turned and looked and me and blinked her tiny eyes, synchronisity playing out in front of me on so many levels; the tiny sloth to bid me fare well, up close and personal with a sloth in the wild, showing us her quiet intelligence and allowing us all the opportunity to be part of a rescue, she showed us her injury, she came to us for help.  She climbed down from way up high in the tree to a brach just above our heads and let us all snap pictures wildly then she calmly turned herself around and showed us her bottom, she had been hurt and the wound needed attention.  A call was made and the Tree of Life rescue centre who came and picked her up. Animal Rescue in action, not just any animal, my beloved sloth – now that is a dream come true!.  The unbelievable thing is she came to us, somewhere in that brilliant mind of hers she knew where to get help, she trusted.  This beautiful baby sloth was put on my path for a reason and I was filled with deep gratitude for our time together.  I could not think of a better way to to bid farewell this beautiful little town of Cahuita, Costa Rica that I called home for nearly two weeks.

Goodbye Cabine Luna – David, Enrica and their duplicate, Tahrill.

So many blessings in this tiny, unassuming, genuine package!

Caribe Luna is the perfect place to call home for as long as you wish to say.  David & Enrica will make your stay comfortable, you be entranced by their vibe, you will leave with a sense of community, connection and family.

Time for the warrior to forge ahead.

A bus from the bus station in Cahuita, $2, to Sixoila and the border crossing.  The first wicket departure fees $8, a steep climb up the concrete stairs, I climbed them with my backpacks on, both of them, another stop at customs fill out another piece of paper, more stamps in my passport then sent off to walk across the bridge to meet a gaggle of army troops checking passports, looking for drugs.

Another wicket, $4 entry fee, go back down all those concrete stairs, cross over under the bridge to customs in Panama, another three window wicket, passport check, outgoing flights check, stamp check, on my way.  Greeted by a white bus driver asking if I wanted a ride to Amarante where I would boat to Bocas Town, $10.  A loooooong wait at the Amarante water taxi station people watching, absolutely one of my favorite things to do and travelling is one of the best ways to get away with it.

Concocted a solution for my back pack to hold the straps up so that I could wheel it on appropriate terrain, the straps getting battered under the wheels, me to lazy to undo all the clips and zip it up for a quick roll on the ground.

Once on land again, a 15 minute trek with the backpacks on my back & front, up three flights of stairs and into my quaint little room with a view of the ocean out my tiny side window and OMG air conditioning.  I am not a fan of air conditioning, in fact I dislike it very much, but today when I walked into that room and saw it I was never so happy to see it, turn it on and feel the coolness against my skin, I have been sweating non stop for two months.  The hot humid weather coupled with continuous hot flashes has made it feel unbearable at times.  So happy for some cool air, a clean bed and another accomplishment.

Food next, starving!  What a treat Satay peanut chicken skewer with fries, two of my favorite, things along with papaya & pineapple smoothy and a huge bottle of water. Dehydration setting in.  While dinning, an adorable tiny girl, no more than 5 years old, came around selling bracelets she looked at me with those big brown eyes, hearing her tiny childlike voice speaking in Spanish so quickly, I couldn’t resist.   She held up her tiny fingers displaying 2, for two dollars, I bought two.  She ran away calling someones name and waving the money around.  My heart swelled a little bit in that very moment.

A walk out onto the the pier its so nice to see other’s stopped and enjoying the moment, a couple nestled together at the end of the pier, a with a mother and her child sitting on a bike watching the boats go by.  Upon walking back to my hotel, I passed “the three sisters hostel” and outside sitting beside the front entrance an older man sitting in a wheel chair with one leg amputated, just being.  I had passed by him three times already and each time singing “Ola” and smiling at one another.  Something felt.  This time I stopped and conversed with this local man having a wonderful conversation about his life, his past career as fireman and lieutenant, a proud man who shared many stories.  The sun setting and my last night in Panama I was beholden for this opportunity and yet another soul put forth on my path.


A busy little town, filled with both beautiful and unpleasant all at the same time.




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