An island destined to disappear, as there were no trees to prevent from erosion. Only a few of the islands in this chain still remain.
Snagged an abandoned fishermen’s shack for the evening quarters. We celebrated this discovery, considering all the surrounding land as far as the eyes could see consisted of marshy, boggy grassland.
Front porch campin’. Community residents insisted we sleep in their quarters, sometimes even in the same room. Usually pretty humored by requests to sleep in the back yard. many would ask, “WHAT?? You want to sleep WITH THE PIGS?!” #oinkoink
Lagoon paddling alongside a couple fishermen in their sailing dugout canoe. Some days felt like a pirate movie.
Each coastal community treated us, total strangers, as they treat their own family. Shared kitchen, shared bedroom, shared… everything. This high honor also came with responsibility–waking up when the community came to life, which was usually about 5AM.
Exiting our first mangrove swamp camp of the trip, which required extra speedy packing to avoid extreme mosquito annihilation.