Sunday 4 March 2012: chillin'
up at 5a after bed at 1a after night-clubbing in panama. something so wrong yet so right about all that.
fundamentally exhausted on a small plane that isn't as small as i expected while we fly to an island on the other side of the country.
land, taxi, stolen ipod realization (my fault), hotel, change, on an all day boat tour by 9:30a.
i drink piña batidos and sit in a very fast boat. i see dolphins and i can't focus worth a shit - i've got to get this thing fixed.
i somehow end up snorkeling in water so salty i have a hard time believing it - is this what the ocean really tastes like? i scratch my foot on coral and see tropical fish. swimming for the first time since i broke my arm in 2009 feels weirdly right.
lunch. patacones - i like these. parrots just sitting there like this was normal behavior (it is in the tropics) and the day goes on. a beach where i promptly fall asleep and do not wake up for two hours. my thighs are only slightly pink. there are no red frogs.
i ride in the back of a pick up truck with more people than is remotely legal. i do not feel sick but i will on a different ride on a different day. but that is another story.