Bocas del Toro – 
First, we have a quick breakfast, then I’m going to pick up our laundry while Verena packs her rucksacks – I already had stuffed all my things in the backpacks yesterday. Once at the Lavanderia, I stand in front of a locked door. Unfortunately no opening times sign to be seen. Hmm, our flight goes in 3h… What now? Fortunately, such situations are common here, as I want to ask for information in the next door copy shop, one of the copy shop employees tells me that they also have the key to the laundry here. Nice! After digging through all the plastic bags, I finally find the one with my name on it. I won’t have to keep on wearing the last remaining (already dirty) T-shirts for the next few days .
We share the clean laundry evenly and stuff everything into our backpacks. As I pack my daypack, I realize that I’m short one SD card. To be precise: The one that is stuffed with all the pictures. I could swear I had put it on the kitchen table … I unpack everything again… look under the furniture. Shit dammit. The photos seem gone . Did i lose it yesterday at Zapatilla or Bibi’s? And I also forgot to leave contact information on the card. At least I still have some non-RAW-format photos copied on the phone, which I had imported to send to my parents via Whatsapp. You cannot post-edit these low-quality images that good though. We say goodbye to Frieda and Jim, and he writes down again my address, if by any chance the SD Card gets found somewhere in the apartment. Well, we still got our memories of the trip .
