sunday pipa water

my mom and i are enjoying a glass of pipa (young coconut) water from the garden this morning. i’m pretty sure this is the first year that the coconut palms that rami and larissa planted have fruited in the 4 or so that i have lived in the house, so this is a very satisfying drink. i sliced the refrigerated coconut open and got a yield of probably 400 ml of seriously refreshing water.

the first pipa to come from my garden
the first pipa to come from my garden

banged my head

a bunch of us went river rafting down the pacuare earlier this week. it was a great trip, with a few class four rapids in there. about halfway through our trip, the guides pulled us ashore to walk up to a waterfall with a little swimhole underneath it. it had been pouring rain all morning, and the sun had not poked through yet to dry off the rocks, so the mossy stones leading up to the falls were pretty treacherous. at one point i lost my footing, and put my rafting helmet back on. this turned out to be a good thing, because a short time later i went down really fast, and clocked myself on the head. i sat down next to the river, a little embarrassed, to catch my breath. i splashed some water on my face, looked down, and my hands were covered in blood. the group was waving at me to come join them further up the hill, so i walked up there. when i reached the swimhole and started to get ready to dive in, i could tell from the way everyone was looking at me that all was not well. they sat me down, and i passed out for a minute. when i woke back up they were bandaging me, and everyone looked pretty concerned. i shook it off, walked down the rocks carefully, and we rowed out of there.
i dove out of the boat later on and did a little swimming, just to show everyone i was doing alright. when i finally got home and got in bed, i slept. deeply.

conquered the pacuare, but slipped on a rock

bocas del toro

i have been playing in a band in costa rica, and earlier this week we all went down to bocas del toro in panama to play a couple of gigs. it was serious fun, and i really loved the area. it’s an archipelago, and so there are lots of boats, docks, water taxis, and the like. it’s also a sheltered bay, and there are lots of restaurants and bars directly on the water. one bar we went to is built on top of a shipwreck, with a large section of the floor cut out to allow viewing while sipping, and the occasional drunk diver. (a disclaimer sign warns to swim at your own risk, because “everything cut you”).

i really liked it there and joked with everyone that i might move there from costa rica. actually, i am not sure that i was completely joking. for the moment though, i am still enjoying the puerto viejo – manzanillo corridor. today for example i ate fresh carob from the neighbor’s tree, small little finger-bananas from the botanical garden, drank some agua de pipa (water from a young coconut that fell nearby), and i am going to try some mysterious other fruit from the garden later on. i am pretty sure i would not have access to this rich a variety of homegrown stuff out on the islands. although if i did…

here is the water taxi queue at bastimento island, on the undeveloped windward side, a nice surf spot. i was told they shot “survivor” on this island, but since i haven’t seen or know anything about the show, it didn’t give me a point of reference. however, i pass the info on to you tubewatchers out there 😉

water taxis at bastimento