March 2017
I couldn’t hold on any longer. A few days after my 38th birthday, I said goodbye to my mum and dad and made my way back to Bocas.
I flew to Panama City from Manchester airport via Frankfurt.
And then took the bus from Panama City to Almirate.
A ferry boat from Almirante to Bocas Town.
A lift back to the island with CJ and Jess.
And a warm welcome from Campo.
The house was a mess when I got back, an absolute tip. The lesson I should have learnt was this: nobody is going to take quite as good care of a home as the person who owns it.
After cleaning and scrubbing and fixing stuff like my life depended on it, everything was back ship-shape and Bristol-fashion within a few days. As temping as it is to post the “before” pictures, I’d much rather just post the “after” pic. I don’t want to put you off your dinner.
With Jinja Island back in shape, I had me a visitor! Jen, my friend from Stoke, dropped by for a few days.
We went out into Dolphin Bay, and visited Smithsonian Island. I got some corking pics of a dolphin, bat and teeny tiny little blue frog.
After Jen left, I still had a lot of work to do. The pathways needed clearing and the grass needed to cut. I swear, there’s no taming the jungle!
The thing about Jinja Island is this: no matter what happens, it’ll always bounce back.
Super impressed Graham would like to know more on the off grid life
The transportation to the island is expensive, it shud be embedded in the price of the accommodation.
It is!