Getting to Pearl Lagoon
Autonomous region. 200 horses. Night walk.
Not many tourists make it to the Caribbean aka Atlantic coast. It could that it’s a several hour bus trip plus several more hours in a panga to get here – or fly, which is what I decided to do. It’s a very small plane and there were about ten of us on board. Once the plane landed in Bluefields, it was like entering another country, immigration, customs dogs, ebola check. I had no idea what this man was doing pointing this device at my head I thought he was going to spray me with chemicals, or download my brain. But was told he was taking my temperature. Not sure if it’s because this is an autonomous region, but it was like crossing an international border.
Elroy was coming home from a holiday and took charge to get me to the panga to Pearl Lagoon with his taxi driver friend. After the rush to get there, pay fees and fill in forms (in case of emergency) the boat left almost two hours after I was told it would. C’est la vie. We were given life jackets and the boat roared into life, negotiated from the wharf and quickly reached a good speed with the 200Hp motor
Pearl Lagoon is larger than I expected, around 3000 people. Stayed at Best View first night and now have two nights at Queen Lobster, in a cool bamboo room over the water. The town’s primary industry is fishing, all the men are fishers: lobster, yellow stripe, shrimps, snapper,
Great to see the streets alive with active groups of children playing sports and games in the road. A great vibe with everyone outdoors, or in their shops at the front of their houses.
Bumped into an Austrian volunteer and a local fisherman, at the restaurant in the evening. We wandered the streets, Jefferson showing the buildings, baseball stadium, various eating places, where to buy the best coconut bread. Discussing life, politics, the plants, and more. Cashew nuts and almonds grow here but drop to the ground uneaten. We’ll work out a way to crack those almonds yet guys