San Blas Islands, Panama

The San Blas Islands, Panama

When I decided to hop on the bus from Costa Rica’s capital to Panama City and endure another tortuously long bus ride I had convinced myself that the relaxing breeze and white sand beaches of the San Blas Islands would make it all worthwhile. What was in store for me was an adventure that was far from the relaxing island getaway I’d imagined. You’ve probably heard how amazing the islands are from other blogs, but now it’s time to share the not so perfect experience that might await you.

The roughly 365 islands making up San Blas are for all intents and purposes their own little country; governed not by Panama but by the indigenous Kuna Yala people who have inhabited these islands for hundreds of years. If you’re anything like me, this information only adds to the mystique and allure of visiting. The Kuna (also referred to as Guna) Yala have their own unique culture, customs and laws. In fact you have to present your passport when entering and exiting the islands from the rest of Panama. All businesses, accommodations, boats and tours are owned and operated only by the Kuna people themselves. Any outside tour operator is basically a middle man that connects you with them.

After surviving the bus ride I had a much needed day stretching my feet exploring Panama City. Now it was time for some island relaxation! I awoke at an ungodly hour before dawn to be ready for the scheduled 5 am pickup. After 2 hours of waiting I was nervous that I’d been forgotten, but my limousine 4×4 jeep finally arrived. Loaded to full capacity I was squeezed into the back row, basically the trunk. Packed in like sardines we sped off through the city with similar haste to the notoriously dangerous chicken buses. Once out of town and into the mountainous back country anything resembling safety or sanity from our driver had been tossed out the window. Driving like he literally had a giant lead weight strapped to his foot we took hairpin turns at speeds rivaling those of a Ferrari race car driver. Not one to let the narrow windy roads or other drivers slow our world-record breaking speeds we passed everyone carelessly. Between the short passages of time we were unable to pass the other 4×4’s on the road we tail-gated them so closely it were as if he was playing a game of bumper cars. We followed so closely that cancer inducing volumes of gas were emitted into our vehicle and inhaled. Before this day I’d never experienced the slightest bit o car sickness, however this nauseating drive reached all the limits that even I could handle. Had my stomach had any, the contents of it would have been unleashed in violent bursts all over the interior and passengers of that jeep. When we finally arrived at the road’s end I was ready to kiss the ground and thank the gods I’d survived the hellacious ride. (Side note – you can fly to the islands from Panama City; not only a time saver but apparently also much safer option.)

Crowded

After arriving in Carti we met our Kuna guide, lugged our bags onto a small boat and took off. After a short ride we stopped at our first island – a Carti village, one of the ‘community’ islands many people live on, and where the young kids go to school on. Huts and small homes have been built onto every available square foot of the island.

Kuna Yala Village Parade

We ended up walking right into the middle of a school parade in which the children were dressed up in trash, as some sort of recycling awareness exercise. One that is much needed as the shores of this island were home to heaps of unsightly rubbish. My San Blas experience was not off to a great start but I remained optimistic that good things were to come.

Polluted Water

Another 15 minute boat ride and we arrived at Hook Island, a small picturesque island with a few stick huts, tents and dozens of palm trees. It appears there are around 10 people living on the island and a total of 8 tourists; myself and my friend included.

Huts

Dark clouds creep through the sky as we unpack and settle our things. The Kuna guide rushes us back to the boat, it’s time to visit another island for snorkeling and volleyball. I hop in the boat assuring myself we’ll be heading to one of the islands in the opposite direction of has now become a very close and large storm. Nope… the boat zips off full speed ahead – straight into the belly of the storm. Wind gusts and the fresh drops of rain begin sprinkling in. Thunder booms and flashes of lighting are seen straight ahead. The sprinkle quickly develops into a full blown downpour; the boat’s little fabric roof be dammed everyone in the boat is soaking wet and shivering cold. What the hell have I gotten myself into? Will we even survive the storm we’ve driven this little boat into? I hope everyone aboard knows how to swim! After an eternity we arrive to the next island, which is nothing more than the size of half a football field and has exactly one hut on it… 30 people are crammed inside trying to stay dry but the tattered blue tarps stringed up as a roof are failing miserably. After an hour the storm passes and we all do our best to warm up – no dry towels are provided.

We headed back to our base for the night and the guide simply left us. A small meal of fish and rice was provided. Any beverages such as water or coke are $2 USD each. The Kuna hosts appeared to be completely disinterested at our presence and have interaction; leaving our group of international travelers to mingle among ourselves. Thankfully someone brought along alcohol and before long we’re all playing drinking games and joking about the less than perfect events of the day. Well into the night everyone has become inebriated and were all having a blast. Eventually even the Kuna couldn’t resist cracking a few smiles and participating in the fun.

Sunset

The following morning came with a hangover and one of the most beautiful sunrises I’ve seen.

Sunrise

Sunrise

Then more rainfall. Our guide arrived late in the morning and as the storm clouds disappeared as suddenly as they’d arrived we headed out to Dog Island (Isla Perro). With bright, clear skies and the sun finally shining we snorkeled at a shallow rusty old shipwreck located just feet from the beach.

Dog Island Shipwreck

Unfortunately the provided snorkeling masks were all in dire condition and barely usable making the activity not so pleasant. Back in the boat we stop at a shallow spot in the ocean (2-3 feet deep) where starfish are all around. Everyone snorkeled around and excitedly picked up starfish. Next we visited Pelican Island (Isla Pelicano) where several other groups were snorkeling and enjoying the good weather.

San Blas, Panama

Of course our luck didn’t hold out and afternoon storms returned right as it was time to leave. We had another wet, freezing and long boat ride back to the mainland while dodging flashes of lighting around us. Our new 4×4 driver back to Panama City was much better than the first one, which leads me to believe we must’ve just got the worst driver in all of Panama on the way in.

Needless to say my journey to San Blas hadn’t gone quite as I’d imagined. But if I had to chose I’d do it all over again. One important thing to remember about traveling is that things don’t always go perfectly, especially the weather. But with the right attitude and right company, you can still have a good time.

The Beach

 

What You Need To Know Before Visiting

  • The 4×4 jeep ride there is often cramped and late to pick you up. 2-3 hour long ride.
  • The main village is dirty and polluted.
  • The Kuna people are not necessarily excited to see you, they just tolerate you.
  • No hot water or running water, maybe not even showers on the island you stay.
  • Bring lots of snacks & beverages, the provided meals are not enough and buying extra is very expensive.
  • Their snorkeling equipment is awful and unusable, bring your own!
  • No towels are provided, bring your own in a waterproof bag.
  • Bring a deck or cards or a book in case of bad weather – they don’t provide entertainment.

Although single day tours can be booked I would strongly advise against this – you’ll spent nearly the entire day driving there and back rather than on the islands – and if you get bad weather like we did, it will be for nothing. Get the experience of spending at least one night on the islands.