Difficult times call for difficult measures

The absurdity of a bus strike, the lack of consideration for the traveler, the utter ridiculousness of being stuck in Bocas del Toro... Ok, so I'm way over exaggerating. Some might imagine getting stuck in a foreign environment, without knowing anyone, might be pretty traumatic. I prefer following the life of the classic adage "when life gives you lemons, make lemonade".

So here I am, stuck in Boca's del Toro, in a foreign environment, but, having an extraordinary time. The place I'm staying, Bongo Mongo (or something), is fabulous. As I wrote before, the people here feel like family. It really feels like a group of people I've known for a while. And, when new arrivals show up, they immediately become assimilated into the family.

For the past two days, I've basically done what any sane individual would do in my circumstance... Have fun, enjoy, meet people, and enjoy the beaches.

People:
I've so far met two individuals who, when I arrive in Panama City, have told me to give them a ring. One of the individuals was born in Panama but for the last 10 or so years has been studying in the states; she even lived a year in Cambridge, getting a degree from Harvard.

Beaches:
What marvelous beaches they have in Boca's . Both today, and yesterday, I hiked 20 minutes trough the forests of one of the islands -climbing high into the hills, ascending down muddy paths, and crossing over marshland- to spend the day lounging, reading and sleeping on one of the most gorgeous beaches of Boca's. What greets you, after the adventurous hike, is a deserted beach with beautiful white sand, complimented by the surrounding rainforest. Pictures are unable to do this beach justice.

I really can't explain the frustration I currently go through... And, I hope all of you have sympathy for me. I would, if it were you...