San Blas –
I wake up. It’s quite windy… and dark. Actually absolute darkness. Somehow the temperature has gone down – where I have previously slept without any sheets, it now feels a little chilly, having wind blowing through the gaps of the hut. The noise of the waves and the palm leaf rustleing make everything feel kinda surreal. It’s like a constant “white noise” in total darkness. Trippy. I actually have to go to the bathroom, but the toilets are on the other side of the island and about every 10min you can hear a *Clunk*. Coconut or palm leaf, quite a lot is falling down here at night thanks to the wind. I take with my flashlight and get out of the hut… Just away from the cabins somewhere near the beach. I definitely won’t walk all the way between the palms to the toilets while coconuts keep falling down this often .
Then, I get back to bed and wake up shortly after sunrise, still snoozing on a little. As we hear the sound of the conch, we get up for breakfast. As we are almost at the big cabin, another palm leaf falls down and lands approx. 5-6m from our position. Some Blackbirds land on it and look kinda confused. I’m now starting to avoid walking directly under coconuts.
Breakfast? Continetal. Coffee, a hot dog bun with cheese. I am more interested in typical Kuna food instead. Why are all the meals adapted to the guests? Come on guys, this is Latin America… After finishing breakfast, we get picked up by the guys from yesterday’s “party boat”. I’m looking forward to see the island we are heading to. We make a short stop on another island to get some stuff unloaded and some other supplies loaded into the boat (generally quite a lot gets combined here – lots of errands have to be done at the same time as we get driven around. We are quite a few kilometers away from the mainland and getting all the fuel here for the boats is surely expensive). When asked where actually “Starfish Island” is we heard about, we get told that the sandbank we saw yesterday is what remains of this island. The starfish have disappeared there thanks to the numerous tourists. The beach of the island on which we have just anchored for the errands, could be renamed to Starfish Beach now, since lots of them seem to have gathered here. Just as we are about to leave, the owner of an anchored catamaran nearby rushes in from behind his dinghy, pulls a sharp left and splashes everyone in the boat. Altho