Mercado to Bona

(Isla Bona, Panama)

Today’s the day we finally leave Panama City! It’s been a real slice and we’ve made even more updates and upgrades to Oceanna, but it is time to go and leave the city life to the city folk. Munching on my own words first and foremost, we did make one last voyage into the city. Once Gregory had the fuel levels topped up on the boat we taxied into Mercado de Asbastos, a fresh produce market like no other.

Want a lime? Go to the lime shop. Want a pineapple? Go to the pineapple shop. A truck full of plantains? They’ve got that. A five-pound bag of garlic cloves? They’ve got that too. And don’t be alarmed, if that particular shop doesn’t have the exact lime you’re looking for, there’s another five shop alternatives a few steps away. A true plethora of fruit and veggies waiting to be sniped up.

With our bags laden with produce we made our way back to Oceanna, lifted the anchor, and set the sails. After we navigated our way through the parking lot of ships anchored outside of Panama City we turned onto our desired heading, set the fishing lines, and killed the engine. Oceanna was one happy camper to be out stretching her legs again.

Another happy camper was Gregory as the fishing lines started to sing the moment they hit the water and kept at it for a solid hour. More than one bite got away before they got to the boat, but more than one also pulled the wrong card and got reeled into the back steps. A beautiful, little spotted mackerel came first, followed by a monster which we thought was a pompano. Upon later cleaning inspection it was not a pompano, but it made for an exciting catch nonetheless.

The anchorage at Isla Bona is surrounded by red rock and has the sad, abandoned remnants of the industrious Japanese. What the steel boxes were used for is a mystery to me, though they offered a great measuring tool to note the large tidal changes. A big change for us here on the Pacific is the big tides. Over in the Caribbean tides are null and nothing to worry about. Here in the Pacific we can plan to see tides changing anywhere from 10-18 feet. Definitely something to keep in the forefront when anchoring Oceanna or beaching the dinghy.

A successful day was capped off in true Canadian form. Nothing like a Caesar Sunday brought to you by Mo and her imported Clamato!











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