As my all time favorite guest tells me, my life is ground hog day. Also known as same shit, different day.
Off to town at 2:00 to get Ana and Amaya, both 25 from Spain. Ana is a Civil Engineer and Amaya is a geologist. They were swarmed at Casa Verde. I chatted and waited, and waited, and waited. "C'mon girls, let's go." "Jim, you're coming back right?" "Yeah, tomorrow." "Damn."
Off to Bastimentos, a quick walk of the town, a little grocery shopping. The girls made a spanish omelette at the Jaguars and we invited him for dinner. Jaguar showed me the place to buy veggies for $.80 a pound, they are $1.50 a pound in Bocas Town. I go through a lot of veggies. Home, chat, to bed.
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Saturday we went to town, bought food and drinks and sailed to Playa Estrella on Carlos' boat. Well, we went under power. It was estimated we used two gallons of diesel for the 24 mile trip. We had seventeen people on the boat. I would have burned twelve gallons of gas at $4.65/gallon.
Saturday night was Andy's Crawford's, benefit concert, everybody had a blast. The Lemongrass was packed. Go inside, listen to music, mingle, go outside, cool off, mingle, repeat. Then off to the bookstore. At two we gave up the ghost and went home. Bookstore Dave wasn't there, he was recovering from a beating over the back with a baseball bat from one of three assailants who wanted his wallet.
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Sunday we went fishing. Ana had never been fishing. The first fish she ever caught was a shark. That's a nice little story to take back home.
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Then we went to the bat cave and walked all the way to the waterfall and swam at the pool. Off to Clyde's island. Verne wasn't there, he is in the states indefinitely. I hope he is happier there. Off to Simon's. Back home for snorkeling, swimming, sitting on the dock. Dinner, picture editing, chatting, to bed. It was a late night and I only got three hours sleep.
Monday, off to Red Frog. Swimming in the surf, walking the beach, lying in hammocks, me reading a book the girls napping. Back to town. Dropped them off. Adios chicas, keep in touch.
Ok, I missed posting about four or five girls in July. It get's pretty friggin' monotonous to read doesn't it?
Next up, a girl from Argentina.
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Off to town at 2:00 to get Ana and Amaya, both 25 from Spain. Ana is a Civil Engineer and Amaya is a geologist. They were swarmed at Casa Verde. I chatted and waited, and waited, and waited. "C'mon girls, let's go." "Jim, you're coming back right?" "Yeah, tomorrow." "Damn."
Off to Bastimentos, a quick walk of the town, a little grocery shopping. The girls made a spanish omelette at the Jaguars and we invited him for dinner. Jaguar showed me the place to buy veggies for $.80 a pound, they are $1.50 a pound in Bocas Town. I go through a lot of veggies. Home, chat, to bed.
Saturday we went to town, bought food and drinks and sailed to Playa Estrella on Carlos' boat. Well, we went under power. It was estimated we used two gallons of diesel for the 24 mile trip. We had seventeen people on the boat. I would have burned twelve gallons of gas at $4.65/gallon.
Saturday night was Andy's Crawford's, benefit concert, everybody had a blast. The Lemongrass was packed. Go inside, listen to music, mingle, go outside, cool off, mingle, repeat. Then off to the bookstore. At two we gave up the ghost and went home. Bookstore Dave wasn't there, he was recovering from a beating over the back with a baseball bat from one of three assailants who wanted his wallet.
Sunday we went fishing. Ana had never been fishing. The first fish she ever caught was a shark. That's a nice little story to take back home.
Then we went to the bat cave and walked all the way to the waterfall and swam at the pool. Off to Clyde's island. Verne wasn't there, he is in the states indefinitely. I hope he is happier there. Off to Simon's. Back home for snorkeling, swimming, sitting on the dock. Dinner, picture editing, chatting, to bed. It was a late night and I only got three hours sleep.
Monday, off to Red Frog. Swimming in the surf, walking the beach, lying in hammocks, me reading a book the girls napping. Back to town. Dropped them off. Adios chicas, keep in touch.
Ok, I missed posting about four or five girls in July. It get's pretty friggin' monotonous to read doesn't it?
Next up, a girl from Argentina.
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| Fishing and Bat Cave |
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