Imagine life was in black and white, the only variety shades of grey. How different would life be like?
After 3 months of travelling through Central America I have grown to be so appreciative of all the colours. Fresh fruit and vegetables, the Pacific setting sun, traditional dress etc., but some of the most beautiful colours I have seen in my life were in the San Blas Islands.
The San Blas Islands are a group of 365 islands located between Panama and Colombia. However these aren’t just any islands, these islands are picture perfect.. paradise.. heaven. Each island a slope of crystal white sand, extending beyond the sand the turquoise water gradually grows into a deep blue; beneath the water a colourful life of coral reefs. The palm trees stand tall and cast a gorgeous contrast of sea foam and hunter greens mixed with pops of yellow. Every island beautiful in it’s own unique way: a couple were home to one single palm, some would host an entire palm forest while others inhabited the indigenous Kuna people.
Peter and I travelled through the San Blas Islands on a speedboat with a group of 19 other travellers. We were told that the seas would get rough and that we would definitely get soaked. Although we were forewarned I don’t think any of us expected what was ahead. This tiny boat, with a confident captain, would sail through the waves at top speed. We’d smash the waves, airborne out of our seats, the entire boat laughing and screaming, the captain giggling to himself. It made for a very fun few hours and our group immediately became a close family.
Once we reached our paradise islands we’d have the day together to play and explore. We'd snorkel in the reefs, sun bathe, play sports and sip on fresh coconuts and cold beers. Just before the sun would start to set we’d jump into the boat again to take us to our accommodation for the night, this normally consisted of a group of hammocks hanging under a thatched roof, sand underfoot. Here we got to learn a great deal about the Kuna culture from our guides, we explored the villages and played with the children. By nightfall, naturally the drinks would start to flow and the rest of the evenings were filled with laughter, dancing, bonfires and soccer playoffs.
Bonded with our new friends and not wanting to separate, we all travelled together in Colombia for the next week. We explored Cartagena and then met up in Barranquilla for Carnaval (the second largest Carnaval in the world, after Rio). To everyone I met - you are rad, I love you and if you are ever in Vancouver you know who to call!