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Everyday is like Rum-day

Posted in Bluff Beach Retreat, bocas del toro, rum with tags , , , on February 20, 2009 by reachdownbetweenmylegs

Trudging slowly over wet sand
Back to the bench where your clothes were stolen
This is the coastal town
That they forgot to close down
Armageddon – come armageddon!
Come, armageddon! come!



Sunday we all were tired and a bit sunburned.  We decided to take it easy and do nothing.  Well not exactly nothing.  I declared that Sunday would be Rum-day.  We had the rum, Coca-cola, Canada Dry and ice (a limited supply) that we quickly ran out of.  Two Rums were drank during our stay.  The first being  Ron Abuelo rum a Panamanian rum and Flor de Cana  from Nicaragua (my personal favorite).  Both are smooth delicious rums.  We tried enjoyed the 5 year black label Flor de Cana and the 7 year Grand Reserve.  Abuelo rums enjoyed were the Anejo, 7 year Anos Reserva and the sipping Abuelo 12 year rum.

These boots are made for walking………

Posted in Bluff Beach Retreat with tags , on February 16, 2009 by reachdownbetweenmylegs

You keep saying you’ve got something for me.
something you call love, but confess.
You’ve been messin’ where you shouldn’t have been a messin’
and now someone else is gettin’ all your best.

These boots are made for walking, and that’s just what they’ll do
one of these days these boots are gonna walk all over you.

Nancy Sinatra

 A few days ago most of the group headed out to Ron’s farm which is walking distance from the main house.  Most everyone was equipped with Wellington boots.



Posted in Bluff Beach Retreat with tags , , , , , on February 16, 2009 by reachdownbetweenmylegs

Hey hey hey!!!
Yes I like it alot
Hey hey hey!!!
Yes I’m jumping like a jumping jack
Dancing screaming itching squealing fevered
Feeling hot hot hot!!!

The Cure


We decided to have HOT wings from Lili’s Cafe on a HOT day.

Ron Dennis after several of Lili's chicken wings

AY DIOS MIO!!!!!!!!


Hot Wings by Lili's Cafe and Panama Beer by Ron

Hot Wings by Lili's Cafe and Panama Beer by Ron


I Fell Into A Burning Ring Of Fire
I Went Down, Down, Down
And The Flames Went Higher

And It Burns, Burns, Burns
The Ring Of Fire
The Ring Of Fire

Johnny Cash

Wish they all could be…………………

Posted in Bluff Beach Retreat with tags , , on February 15, 2009 by reachdownbetweenmylegs

Brooke and Iris

Brooke and Iris

All the amazing meals we enjoyed were cooked by these two ladies.  Ooops except for Ron’s vegetarian lasagna and meat/shrimp on the grill.



Well east coast girls are hip
I really dig those styles they wear
And the southern girls with the way they talk
They knock me out when Im down there

The mid-west farmers daughters really make you feel alright
And the northern girls with the way they kiss
They keep their boyfriends warm at night

I wish they all could be california
I wish they all could be california

Beach Boys

Lips Like Sugar

Posted in Bluff Beach Retreat with tags , , , , , , , on February 15, 2009 by reachdownbetweenmylegs

Lips like sugar
Sugar kisses
Lips like sugar
Sugar kisses

Echo & The Bunnymen


We finished our sailboat tour and decided to buy Dave a birthday present.  Two or three groups formed and we wandered into town trying to stay in the shady areas since we all realized that we actually got more sun then we expected.  My plan was aged rum, ATM and meeting up for a margarita at Hotel Bocas del Toro.  I found a dusty boxed bottle of Crown Royal for $20 and Flor de Cana 18 year for $39.  I grabbed both with the money I had just obtained from the ATM near the Police Station and Lili’s Cafe.  We headed back to the hotel and found Jason Korn, Melissa, Dave, Bates, Katlin and Matt ordering drinks.  We ordered margaritas and chicken fingers and fries.  The watered down margarita was good on a hot day.  The chicken and fries with the sugary ketchup was tasty but after being out on the water in the sun anything was going to taste good. 


 We called Luis and Carlos both cab drivers that are willing to venture to Bluff as they call it.  The other cabbies just look, shake their heads side to side and laugh when Bluff is mentioned.  Price each way 35 to 45 dollars depending on the cabbie’s mood.  Debbie, Bates, Dave and myself headed out with Luis.  The others drank and drank and drank while they waited for Carlos to appear. 

This is the lead into my Lips Like Sugar reference.  Matt whose Spanish was learned on a construction site consists of measurements and probably slang words for women, women’s parts that men like and other parts of the body.

 You keep using that word. I do not think it means what you think it means'”   Inigo Montoya

This story was told to me to tell here.  On the way home Matt attempted to use his specific knowledge of Spanish with Carlos the cabbie.   In the cab with ranchero music blaring and a disco dome light,  Matt leaned forward to Carlos and said something.  Carlos turned with a look of astonishment at Melissa and back to Catlin, Amie and stated “I think he just told me he has a nice mouth.”  At which instantly Amie yells “Squeal like a pig!”  The laughing and stridor ensued. 


Bill McKinney: “Whatcha wanna do with him?”

Herbert Coward as Toothless Man: “He got a real pretty mouth, ain’t he?”

McKinney: “That’s the truth.”

Coward: “…You’re gonna do some prayin’ for me, boy, and you better pray good.”


Red Right Ankle

Posted in Bluff Beach Retreat, bocas del toro with tags , , , , , , , , , , on February 15, 2009 by reachdownbetweenmylegs

This is the story of your red right ankle
And how it came to meet your leg
And how the muscle, bone, and sinews tangled
And how the skin was softly shed

And how it whispered “Oh, adhere to me
For we are bound by symmetry
And whatever differences our lives have been
We together make a limb.”
This is the story of your red right ankle.

The Decemberists

February 14 2009 was Dave Lloyd’s 60th birthday, Valentine’s Day and our sailboat trip with Bocas Sailing.  Amie, her boyfriend Jonas and her father “Doc”  all arrived Friday afternoon.  They decided to join us for our sailing voyage on Saturday so we were 11 total.  We had called Luis the cab driver ahead of time to meet us at Bluff Beach Retreat.  We piled in two vehicles, several of us had to ride in the back beds of the full cab pickups.  Driver, front seat passenger, three in back seat and three in the back bed standing or sitting.  We got as far as the edge of town and had to call another taxi so we wouldn’t have any people in the back bed.  We all met up at Bocas Sailing.  Chris, originally from Belgium would be our captain.  We sailed to three snorkeling locations and enjoyed a tasty sub-sandwich under a partly cloudy sky.  I did manage to burn the top of my right foot and ankle.  The sun and vitamin D  was nice.  The water was refreshing and fun was had by all.

It’s Raining Again

Posted in Bluff Beach Retreat, bocas del toro with tags , , , on February 13, 2009 by reachdownbetweenmylegs

Oh, it’s raining again
Oh no, my love’s at an end.
Oh no, it’s raining again
and you know it’s hard to pretend.
Oh no, it’s raining again


The rain came down multiple times early Thursday morning waking me with each rain storm.  I got up in the darkness 630 am.  The  rain settled down as I walked onto the porch and pulled up the screens around the kitchen/bar area and awaited the early arrival of Dave Lloyd.  Catlin and Matt got here Wednesday night in time for dinner.   Ron brought us food from Lili’s Cafe, Caribbean food hummus, spiced chicken, rice and beans and chocolate banana brownies.  Earlier in the week we enjoyed hot chicken wings from Lili’s while we played cards.  I highly recommend Lili’s Cafe.


Posted in bocas del toro with tags , , , , , , , on February 12, 2009 by reachdownbetweenmylegs

Well, you better not go at night.
There’s things out there in the middle of them woods
That make a strong man die from fright.
Things that crawl and things that fly
And things that creep around on the ground.

Charlie Daniels

We had heard about La Piscina, a small cove protected from the waves so you can swim.  The idea was to walk to the “goat farm” pay the little girl at the farm, a dollar per person and then “they will show us the way to the piscina.”  We had Iris pack us some sandwiches and we grabbed 5 liters of water and started off.  The walk to the goat farm took approximately 45 minutes, crossed two creeks and a log crossing in front of the goat farm.

Goat Farm and the Gringo

Goat Farm and the Gringo

We paid our money and nobody came with us.  So we walked another 30 minutes and came to a fork in the path and chose the path that was most travelled.

Behdad Jamshahi


Trail on the way to La Piscina

Trail on the way to La Piscina

Ocean View

Ocean View

Bates in Fern Gully

Bates in Fern Gully

We later would learn that if you make it to what we called “Fern Gully”,  you missed the trail to La Piscina.

The Debbie

The Debbie

The trail crossed several streams, swampy areas and even a knee deep marsh with horse droppings in it that we waded through.  The trail finally came to an end and we decided that we went the wrong way and headed back.

End of the Trail

End of the Trail

We headed back frustrated and ran into a little boy “Diego” on a horse who informed us we went the wrong way and La Piscina was about 1 hour from where we were .   He then headed out in another direction and told us to head back.  Later, he would come back and pass us. We then found him at the fork in the trail.  He pointed and said “La Piscina”.  I then paid him $5 dollars for his help. (later to learn he was a son of the goat farmer who I paid the initial $5.)

We walked down into another swampy area, where Jason Korn stepped into hip deep mud.  We couldn’t pull him out so he had to reach down and take off his shoe, pull it out and then pull out his leg.

Jason Korn and the Swamp Monster

Jason Korn and the Swamp Monster

We walked about a hundred yards more and voila, La Piscina.  We swam, ate lunch and rested for the trip back.

La Piscina

La Piscina

Too far to go
I- We come to take you home

And when they split those atoms
It’s hotter than the sun
Blood is a special substance
They gonna pray for that man

So wake up young lovers
The whole thing is over
Watch but touch monkeys

Talking Heads