Okay, more on yesterday:
Leaving the comarca after taking the boat to Carti proved a little tricky. We arrived and found out that because of road damage there was VERY limited transportation on the ONLY road out and the five or six trucks were naturally required to give priority to the Kuna, and so tourtists (of which there were 4 or 5 others) were having to wait until there was room, possibly in the afternoon or the next day. Our boat guide tried to convince us to spend the night and head back early tomorrow, but we opted for the hardheaded peace corps way and decided to just start walking the 40 km to the interamericana entrada. It worked out, as it usually does, but only after walking about 7 kilometers needlessly. A supply truck picked us up and a very nice guy took us all the way to our hostel, urraca.
We arrived in time for what I had been fantasizing of during the needless hiking: shower, pizza and a movie, in that order. We went to go see Black Swan (VIP style, with the comfy recliners). As some of you who have seen it know, it is rather intense. I woke up this morning with my head swimming, fresh out of a dream of wandering island villages and trying to sort through schizphrenic ballarina fantasies. Also very, very tired.
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