Voyages

Panama 12. Falling in love…

…This is what I did. Instantly. Falling in love with a city. Cartagena is a place where I know I want to go back and live for a while : three months, six months…I know I’ll do it some … [ lire la suite ]

Panama 11. A -not so- desert island

Where did I leave you? If I remember well, it was on Monday evening nearly two weeks ago in the heat of Panama City. The staff at Mamallena had tried to arrange for a boat for me but 2 of them had cancelled … [ lire la suite ]

Panama 10. Les gens heureux n’ont pas d’histoire

Ce qui explique mon silence des derniers jours! Après l’ascension du volcan Baru, dimanche, j’ai changé d’endroit de campement et ai quité l’auberge de jeunesse en plein milieu … [ lire la suite ]

Panama 9. Volcan Baru

English below 3450m au-dessus du niveau de la mer…Un bon 1500m de dénivellée et surtout 15km de long…pour l’aller. Et donc 15km retour. Une marche de 30km n’est pas trop compliquée. … [ lire la suite ]

Panama 8. The Land of the Harpy Eagle

Français en dessous. That was the name of my tour…And yes, I joined a tour! For the first time of my life, I decided to travel conventionally, albeit with a small tour organised by Ancon Expeditions. … [ lire la suite ]

Panama 7. Expect the unexpected

I was due to leave early this morning after an afternoon spent doing some laundry (done) and updating my blog (not yet)…and here I’m stuck in the most unconfortable position : when going to … [ lire la suite ]

Panama 6. Isla Contadora

  At last! Here we are; Isla Contadora! The island is 20 min away from Panama city and can only be reached by plane : it was the 12 seater kind. The kind where not only your luggage but yourself is … [ lire la suite ]

Panama 5. First impressions

The very first impression that falls on you as a heavy mantle of lead on arriving at Panama airport is the heat : 96 F. My taxi driver was there, waiting for me. The only thing is that he couldn’t … [ lire la suite ]

Panama 4. Contre une nuit trop claire…

Ca c’est le début d’un sonnet d’un poête peu connu de la Renaissance (Desporte) et ça décrit bien ma nuit à l’aéroport de Miami. En effet, j’ai donc finalement eu un … [ lire la suite ]

Panama 3. Mujere al borde de un ataque de nervios

Obviously, it HAD to happen the only day in my life when I arrived well on time at the airport. Obviously, it HAD to happen when I was happy with the world and myself. With the world becaus I was finally … [ lire la suite ]