Many,
many people ride a motorbike but only the police seem to wear
helmets. It's impossible to buy one here. Whereas we have our own;
bought in Thailand where it was the law to wear one much used
thereafter.
Armed
with a local map and the knowledge of a small island with one road
around the outside and a handful of lanes connecting the east and
west sides. Not easy to get lost here.
| Baptist church |
| hungry caimans |
Our
first stop was at the oldest Baptist church in Central America, built
in 1847 on the highest point of the island, either 65m or 85m high
depending which paragraph of the guide book you read. It's a pretty
white wooden building with a red roof and a bell tower. We took the
tour, took photographs and climbed to the top of the tower for great
views over the whole island.
| Smile |
Next
stop was Laguna, or Big Pond, with it's resident caimans. It's
thought they are recent arrivals; pets grown too big to handle in the
back garden and released in to a convenient freshwater pond set
amongst trees. Of course there's a small fee for a guide to show you
around, point out the names of the local trees and sell bread to feed
the crocs.
After
this we found our way back to the coast road and rode along the ocean
shore clockwise to the most southern tip where we stopped for a much
needed coffee – we'd travelled at least 4 miles and needed a break!
Onwards and up the western side as far as the airport at the north
of the island and then we turned around, did some of the transverse
roads before stopping for me to have a dip in the sea. I'd brought
mask, snorkel and fins and enjoyed the wonderful clear and warm
water. There are some fish, but reports of the quality of diving
here didn't encourage us to get our kit out. Comments we heard from
divers were 'there's nice soft corals on the drop off, but very few
fish'. We'll wait until Providencia.
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