Yesterday, I dove into the crystal water and climbed onto our clean river tube. Just when I was wondering what the hell I was supposed to do now, a wooden ulu with colorfully dressed women rowed by. I smiled, they smiled. I said “No molas ahorra, gracias!”, even though Mark thought it would be funny if I went through their whole stack of intricately sewn handiworks from my new hangout. But, when they offered some Kuna bread, I couldn’t resist. So, the “baker” came to me and while I was lying on my yellow floating device, I bought eight typical breads for US$1. Now, which charter guest can say they had this cultural experience, scoring fresh bread, while lounging on a river tube?
A new dinghy and a bright yellow float behind Irie
Kuna bread makes perfect garlic bread!