Sand is everywhere. All the time. In my ears, in my nose, and under my nails. But I’m not allowed to complain. The last four days I spent my time on one of these bounty Islands which you read about in travel magazines. I’m surrounded by some palm trees, a couple of traditional huts and lots of coconuts.
Back to the basics
I didn’t stay over at a local, but it felt like living like a local in these basic huts. There was no electricity, no hot water, and no running toilets. And it was great.
The San Blas Islands got their independence in 1925 from Panama. Most of the 300.000 Indians living on the 49 major Islands. Teenagers go for a study to Panama City, but after graduation, they return to their home island to work in tourism. The Islands make income out of fishing, selling coconuts and of course all the tourists.
I interviewed Eudelio. He lost his parents when he was a child and workes now at the Islands where I stayed over. The rest of the inhabitants threat him like he is family. It was great to see how the locals are connected to each other. Evernight the whole village plays cards together or discuss politics and more often about food. Home to them is not only the family but the whole community.