Our First Pacific Island
The first time Bear has been on a beach with Beez in the picture for nearly two years (she’s in front of the red-hulled yacht). A few days on this peaceful little island of Contadora, we will have time for chores, swimming, exploring and chilling. Such a joy after the bustle of La Playita, the very long bus journeys to busy supermarkets, standing in the taxi rank with an obscenely laden trolley, nutty taxi drivers and fighting to stow the mass of shopping in an already bursting-at-the-seams girl.
Just as we thought we were getting over the lack of ‘uniqueness’ of Alan and Zebedee – we see a real life Robinson Crusoe potter by. The centre of this amazing craft has a motorbike, minus the front wheel as its engine and the tent poles act as a shelter or four-way sail mast. As he passed us he asked about a hotel, but as we had not ventured ashore, could not help. He settled beside the blue hulled yacht and soon used it as a mooring buoy.
Next day, Baby Beez launched, it was time to go ashore. Going by this girl the smell of bird poo was awesome. I asked Bear to go around again for the second picture, we love the way all the faces are looking stage right.
Oh I think I have just given Bear the idea of a new sport, Hey it makes a change from whispering. Yes dear.
The quaint water front.
Brushed down, we wandered up to the Hotel and Restaurant Romantico, a building nestled into the hillside. Bliss to see the girl bib bobbing.
Our first lunch ashore – to celebrate. Bear had red snapper, carbonara no garlic for me and our lovely Marciano.
Bear went to check on Baby Beez as the ferry came in.
Captain Bear stood to watch the proceedings as the ferry beached, let the ramp down, passengers loaded, ramp up and off in minutes.
Time for a game of chess and then a walk
We saw one or two beautiful houses, a few one careful owners and the runway......
Bear with the runway to his left. A real village atmosphere amongst the bespoke houses.
The lovely view.
ALL IN ALL WONDERFUL TO BE HERE