Around 5:30 a.m. we took off from Peter’s house towards the Panamanian Paradise called San Blas by the Spaniard, or Kuna Yala by their righteous indigenous owners. By car we left the city and we got to the protected indigenous territory, with the sun rising on our right side, and the marvelous hills covered by dense tropical forest. Sporadically tucan birds would fly on our side, accompanied by curious monkeys that would get their morning snack from the leafy trees.
I arrived unusually early to Juanes house to go surfing to Isla Grande for the day. I got there around 3:30 a.m., mounted the surfboards on the racks and waited for the rest of the crew. Being at the heart of Calle Urugay (a Panamanian epicenter for partying), we could see all the people all dressed up but screwed up by alcohol =). Read the rest of this entry »