So the final entry of the blog falls to me, which I'm now writing on the plane bound for Madrid, from where we'll jump on the first plane for London that'll let us on. I feel like this entry should be a recap of the journey, a summary of feelings, experiences and emotions relating to the entire trip but right now that seems far beyond me, so I think I'll start with a writeup of our final location of Panama City and see where that leads.Our journey...

I'd wanted to find somewhere for 3 days of complete chill out before a couple of days in Panama City and then home. There were lots of options in Panama but everything had good and bad points so I became really indecisive. One area I looked at was Boca Brava which wasn't massive on the tourist trail and sounded different to the other beach areas we'd been to on our trip. When I was looking into accommodation a place sprung up in the area which had ama...

Wikipedia describes Boquete as "a small town on the Caldera River, in the green mountain highlands of Panama, in western‑most Chiriquí Province, about 60 kilometres. from the border with Costa Rica". Then it rambles on about the temperate climate, that it's acknowledged as the source of some of the best coffee in the world and that it has much to offer the passing traveler. What it neglects to mention is that a while back the American Association for R...

So first stop in Panama was to Bocas Del Toro province, an archipelago in the north of the country on the Caribbean side. Bocas is made up of some inhabited islands but a lot which just have mangroves, palm trees and the odd monkey and sloth on them. The boat ride from the mainland was a great opportunity to see the landscape of the archipelago which sort of reminded me of a mix of Thailand and the Maldives. On arrival at Bocas Town which was on the main island o...

We had a quick one night stop over in Puerto Viejo. The shuttle bus which brought us over the border said they'd drop us off at our lodgings, which was handy as it turned out we were about twenty minutes out of town along a small dirt road. We had to leave the bus and walk the remaining 400 metres because the road from there on was marked 4x4 only. So it was with some trepidation that we rang the bell, to be met by a cool German character (named Ken, go figur...