Day 41 - Dominicalito Bay

We had agreed that we would aim to arrive in Panama City on Friday afternoon so as to get the shipping details sorted out at Overland Embassy. As such, we had a few days to ourselves as it would only require 1 overnight stop to reach Panama City from Dominicalito Bay. As there was a very conveniently located supermarket across the street, we were able to purchase the necessary ingredients for a tasty breakfast. We had eggs, chorizo, onions, bread and juice, and Jorik got busy preparing the food. The house is fully kitted out with a gas stove and oven, coffee machine, air fryer thingy, and all the utensils we might have needed. However, as Jorik went to turn on the stove to start cooking, he noticed that there was no gas. Not that the gas wasn’t turned on, the stove wasn’t even connected to gas. Not to be outdone, Jorik managed to cook the eggs and chorizo with onions in the air fryer thingy (I’m not sure if it was actually an air fryer), and all was well. We did drop Aaron a quick message after our breakfast to say that there was no gas, and Adrian and his brother were over in flash to sort out the situation. They installed a new gas bottle in the kitchen, and also sorted out the washing situation for us so that we could get some clothes and our riding gear cleaned up. They were very helpful, and Aaron is lucky to have them so close and attentive. Aaron had said that if we wanted to, we were welcome to take a couple of surfboards down to the beach. We strapped the boards onto the bikes and made our way down to the main beach. It was definitely not something that you would see everyday in this chilled out little town, 2 Himmis with surfboards strapped to them. To be honest, neither of us was any good at surfing. I managed to stand up for about 5 seconds, tops, but only on the white water. I don’t think Jorik managed more than about 2 seconds, but it was great fun having a go. The water is magnificent, nice and warm and the waves weren’t too big, so good for us to have a go. We spent some time down at the beach working on our surfing skills, or distinct lack thereof, and then headed back to the house to recover from way more exercise than I have done in years. We had been told that there was a waterfall nearby to the house and when I looked it up on Google Maps, the Poza Azul Waterfall was only about 7 minutes’ walk from the house. It would be rude not to go and have a look when it was so close. It was a very short walk through the little town and then up a dirt track. There is no sign for the Waterfall and if you weren’t looking for it, you would completely miss the entrance to the trail from the road. It was a bit like a scene from Indiana Jones, or something similar. A very crude trail down to the most spectacular waterfall and pool. We managed a swim, the water was a colder than the sea, but crystal clear. We spent about 30 minutes at the falls before heading back to the house. As we now had gas, I offered to cook some spaghetti bolognaise for our dinner, which would mean another trip to our local supermarket. It was probably one of the best meals we have had on the entire trip, and there was plenty left over for our breakfast the next morning.