Ah, the joys of being 6'4" and taking public transportation. I feel like I've ranted and complained about this subject enough on this blog so just insert all those rants here. Ok moving on past the incredibly small confine I was sardined into for six hours from David to Bocas del Toro, the bus ride was really quite pleasant. In among us were squawking chickens, meowing cats, barking dogs (in AND on top of the bus), and crying babies - whom Kelly held for most of the way. The bus went up (barely) and over and down a beautiful mountain range on the way north, and crossed over rivers and dams on the way.
When we finally arrived in Almirante, we took a taxi to the ocean and a water taxi from there to Isla Colón (one of the islands that makes up Bocas).
We immediately recognized the completely different feel of the Caribbean side of the country. Much more laid back and "tranquillo", we felt as if we were no longer in Panama. The dress was different, the colors of homes was different, and Caribbean flare abounded.
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