Playa Blanca/Portland Oregon

After a really tight bus ride with two of us on a seat smaller than an American yellow bus and a Colombian that requested to sit in between us even though my legs didn’t fit in the seat, then a short boat ride across a small canal we finally made it to the moto bikes that would take us to Playa Blanca. 5 Colombians took us on an hour long trip on the back of their bikes on dirt roads from one side of the island to the other. We finally arrived in paraiso and found our campsite at “moma’s” place which happened to be right next 2 beautiful Chileans who were stuck on the island with no money, perfect for my young travel buddies. We had a campsite right on the white sand beach about 20 yards from the Caribbean Sea. I set up a tent and my hammock and I was set. The next 2 days consisted of paddle ball on the beach, catching rays, a couple bottles of Ron and whatever food came down the beach. My favorite had to be the oysters which were small but very tasty and shucked right in front of me while I ate. They were also a bit cheaper than at home too-10 for a dollar! For lunch we ate shrimp and lobster ceviche which was actually just shrimp and lobster cocktail in a cup mixed with a special homemade cocktail sauce. Dinner was whatever came off the boat, usually lobster. The kids were pleased with my negotiating skills. When the fisherman wanted $10 for one big lobster, we were able to get everything in his boat for $20 and there was a lobster feast for the 7 of us. Within a day, the whole island knew that we were going to pay Colombiano prices, not gringo prices. Moma loved us and so did everyone else including Don Tubo, the owner of the restaurant where we stayed and the man who cooked all of our food. By the time we left, momma and Don called me tio and momma tried to set me up with her daughter. Not sure if her daughter has teeth or looks like her real momma.