Limbo

Strange times, people. Strange times. We reached Bocas del Toro; somewhere we’ve been aiming for as a place to stop, rest, reflect. It is a kind of a last-chance saloon anyway; from here you either go back, or go through the Panama Canal and on to the Pacific. For many (personal) reasons, it doesn’t seem like the kind of place I want to stay for long. Despite its stunning natural beauty, it has a strange edge, as those of you who have been here may have experienced.

I therefore find myself in a state of limbo. The question of money is rearing its head (because I’ve not got any) and it’s one of those bittersweet periods where there seem to be just too many choices (first world problem).

To sum up, I’m confused. But it’s a good confusion. If you know what I mean.

I’ll keep you posted. Meanwhile, here’s some pictures of my current hood, the island of Bastimentos. Surfing, dogsitting, etc. Limbo ain’t so bad.