The open panoramakitchen of our little villa inspires us to a peak output, made possible by the fishermen who bring fresh tuna, fruits and vegetables on their pickups. We trade some of our recently invented Mandarine-Ceviche with the restaurants chef for some of his amazing sesame-tunafilets with wasabi and yucca-puree. Next day, we come up with the Panamaburger, featuring a self-made brioche bun, mighty beef-cornflakes-patties, grilled papaya and beetrootslices and a spicy banana-mustard sauce. Yum. The local surf competition these days turns more into a surfing-together session due to the mediocre conditions.
Cut. We are on the overnight bus to Panama City. As we wake up with the first sunlight, the bus is crossing the Panama channel, with huge container-ships passing the watergates. The morning mist vanishes between the innumerable skyscrapers, as we arrive at the city center. From here we plan our trip to San Blas, another caribbean island group. Its the perfect location for travel agencies’ cover shootings, as the most of the tiny islands consist of nothing more than white sand, coconut palm trees and little bamboo-shacks to sleep in.