(West Coco Bandero, San Blas, Panama)
Rum punch for lunch. The Coco Banderos is a place a girl could really get used to.
Besides the stellar weather, the abundant diving returns, and the awesome friends there really isn’t much more to report. That and my picture-taking skills have dipped significantly the last couple days so I’m lacking any photographic evidence to back up my ramblings.
Therefore I’ve jacked a couple stunning shots from our friend Maria to share. I see her wicked pictures the next day and wonder what I was doing when these scenes were going down. Roasting marshmallows is probably a safe bet.
And for the bite portion of this post the last picture is courtesy of G Fresh. Don’t nap around Greg if you don’t want this sort of thing to happen.