The San Blas Islands. Turns out there are 365 islands. One for every day of the year, how convienent. Of course some of them are little more than a pile of sand with a single palm tree (if you're lucky). The islands are part of Kuna Yala and are inhabited by the Kuna people. The bigger islands contain the villages and smaller islands often have private homes on them. Since the islands are pretty much just sand all the agricultural work takes place on the mainland. The main mode of transportation is dug-out canoes that the men row ashore everyday to farm and then row back to the islands at night. How's that for a little educational tidbit? We bounced around the islands for a few days before it was time for everyone (except the boat, Greg, Laura and Erik) to head back to the U.S.
A fixer-upper. Any takers?
A flip-book moment...
Ship undersail and the guys getting their kite gear all ready to go. Someone had the stellar idea of putting me in charge of documenting both the boat and the kiting and a combo of boat/kiting with multiple cameras from a separate boat without dropping any of the cameras or falling out of the boat. It worked out well if you're into disasters.
How the local guys get around.
Took a boat trip up river one afternoon in search of wildlife. 
At one point an iguana was sighted on the bank and there was a mad dash to try to "catch" it. By that I mean spear it. No luck though...except for the iguana since it continued to live.
The local cemetery.
To get to Panama City from the islands I could either fly in a puddle jumper at the wee crack of dawn or take a jeep ride over the mountains at a more reasonable hour. Naturally I went for the jeep ride which turned out to be a pickup truck. There's nothing quite like sitting in the back of a truck as it zooms down a windy dirt road. It's also a little tricky to take pictures while holding on for dear life and trying not to bounce out of the back.
Pit stop...apparently some people just can't handle off roading
The end of the road...My time in Panama City was very brief and didn't warrant any pictures. That and I felt deathly ill for the one day I was in town so I spent most of the day hanging out at the hostel waiting for my flight (another disaster by the way).
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