We decided that for our next stop we should head to the coast for some proper R & R, so off we went to Santa Catalina, on the Pacific coast. A hectic 10 hour journey, via 3 buses and 1 taxi saw us arrive at our destination in the evening. We were welcomed by palm trees and coconut groves and the sound of waves lapping the shore (you know the cliche, free your minds and have a dip, the water is warm), just what the doctor ordered!
We spent a few days in Santa Catalina soaking up the sun (maybe a little too much, even with factor 50 Ben looked as though he had been cooked on a BBQ) and catching some amazing waves. We both noticed how much easier it is to surf without a wet-suite, which essentially feels like trying to catch a wave while wearing a big rubber band. Surfing 'sans wet-suite' gives you a lot more freedom of movement (although ladies, a word of advice from Cara, tie those bikinis on tight, as they tend to be rather difficult to keep a hold of).
In Britain we often complain about the rain but after a few days in Panama I now believe that you haven't seen rain until you've been to this neck of the woods: this rain came like Armagedon. It pours for 30mins; creates raging tourants of water down the street, off roof tops and even through our hotel corridor. Then the sun comes out, the birds start singing and within 15mins you're non the wiser.
In Britain we often complain about the rain but after a few days in Panama I now believe that you haven't seen rain until you've been to this neck of the woods: this rain came like Armagedon. It pours for 30mins; creates raging tourants of water down the street, off roof tops and even through our hotel corridor. Then the sun comes out, the birds start singing and within 15mins you're non the wiser.
No comments:
Post a Comment