Along with Lonni and Dave from SV Tres Jolies we went to see a man named Hector who would guide us through the San Blas jungle on his panga.
Welcome to the jungle
Hector, at the age of 25, was already a 5 year veteran tour guide.
We stepped in to his panga and were transferred in to a world where crocs, turtles, and Boat Billed Herons hid in the mangroves searching for food.
Mama and Papa croc
These two crocs were humongous. The larger one is a male and the smaller one is a female. Lonni regretted not bringing a chicken on a stick to feed them. Maybe we should have brought one of the pig heads from the Juarez Market.
turtle and company
Boat Billed Heron
Beautiful mountains make a lovely backdrop.
San Cristoval Creek is full of fresh water that leads out to the sea. The further you go up the creek the clearer the water is. After a couple of hours we arrived at Tovara Springs. It was gated off from the river so we could swim with the fish without fear of getting eaten by crocodiles. It came complete with a rope swing!
don't worry, they don't bite
Swimming with the fishies
Conor perfects his rope swing backflip
Dave and Lonni- a super fun and funny couple from Alaska.
Finally it is time for Hector to take us out of the jungle. We saw about 7 crocs, 2 turtles, a humongous termite nest, and a ton of birds. Thank you for not letting us get eaten by a crocodile, Hector!
We disembark and next we decide to head up a steep hill. At the top we see a beautiful cemetery.
An enviable view in the afterlife.
And then we head off to the church. The temple was dedicated to our Lady of Rosary “The Seafarer.”
When a ship arrived in port they would receive a cannon fire volley greeting and celebrate the event with a song of the Savior Regina in the chapel.
San Blas beach
Finally ready for a break from the heat we made our way down the hill, past the row of shacks with fish and lobster cooking on a grill along the street to lure us in, through the plaza, took a left, and head for the beach.
We rented a surfboard and tried our luck with the waves for a couple of hours.
While waiting for the next wave we were surrounded by fish jumping out of the water and large birds seemingly the size of a pterodactyl flew overhead looking for their catch.
When we started to see the steady stream of pangas leave the channel to set their nets and long line fishing lines for the night and the sun was dangerously low to the horizon we knew it was time to go in to escape the jejenes (noseeums). We stopped by the plaza to have a chat with the other cruisers who meet at 5:30 every evening and headed back to the boat for a cold shower at the San Blas Marina and a long sleep.