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We set a second anchor in about 10m and the following day discovered the outboard had water in the carburettor again. It had started giving problems in The following day we crossed to Coiba escorted by dolphins once more. We anchored off a glorious bay which Willem and Jane explored in the dinghy (now working) and reported finding a marked trail into the forest. Now you would have thought I had got into the swing again of making routine tidal calculations, but when we set off for our walk we tied the dinghy to a stake and waded ashore to find when we returned that it was aground about a mile away from the water’s edge! But our walk into the forest was spectacular and once again we were privileged to enjoy Willem and Jane’s encyclopaedic knowledge of wildlife and vegetation. Isla Coiba is a national park and in the evening some park rangers came to see us. We told them of our intention to make our way up to the Ranger Station the following day, but we stopped along the way at Granata d’Oro to swim and snorkel in some lovely clear waters. The rangers visited us again in the evening to check up on us but more probably in the hope of another beer, and we duly turned up at the Ranger Station the following morning. Sarah, Willem and Jane went in to pay the park fees and found to our delight that it included a guide for a walk across the island through the rain forest. I had followed them ashore in the kayak, but not without incident as I managed to turn turtle on boarding it. As a resu lt I lost my shorts, T-shirt, belt and leatherman in about 7m. The water was crystal clear so I marked the spot and planned to search for them later on. So for now – no leatherman! We had not gone ashore prepared for a walk so I returned to the boat to retrieve some more appropriate kit. Once we had changed we set off with our (garrulous) English speaking guide, who himself took along a local Indian guide. This was just as well because he clearly didn’t know the way through the forest! Coiba had until recently been a penal colony and so once we were off the track we were in a spectacular virgin rain forest, where we spent the next few hours crossing the island. The wildlife and vegetation were absolutely amazing. We finally walked through some mangroves out to a bay fed by a small river. You should know that the park rangers had previously advised us of the flourishing crocodile population on the island, and we knew that a couple had spent the night in the mangroves here having got lost a few days before. In addition, our guide’s radio with which they were trying to raise their colleagues to arrange for a boat ride home was receiving only static. |
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