You know you’ve found somewhere pretty special if you have 24-bed
dorms, require a complicated bus route to reach you, followed by a 20 minute
uphill jungle hike with giant backpacks, and you’re still able to be
fully-booked and have to turn people away. Let me introduce you to Lost and
Found-Panama’s infamous jungle hostel!
The offending triple-decker bunk-bed. We were at the top...oh joy. |
Like, sooo official! |
Anyway, we made it through, and finally made it to Lost and
Found after a whole day of travelling.
Lost and Found is actually a pretty crap hostel-it has
ridiculously overcrowded dorms and we were in the top of a triple-decker bunk
bed (yes that is actually a (rather petrifying) thing), it has a horrible dirty
kitchen, and pretty gross toilets….but it’s in an incredible setting, has a
resident rescued honey bear (a kinkajou) and has an awesome bar with and equally
awesome happy hour (hello $1 beer!). It also has a really sociable vibe, and
attracts the kind of people who are willing to put in the effort to get to such
a tricky place in the jungle, so we ended up having a fab few days here with
some great people!
On the first day it was really rainy so we decided to do
some jungle trails and simultaneously the famous Lost and Found treasure hunt
with some other guys we’d just met. It was great fun and had us trekking
through jungle, wading through rivers, exploring caves and figuring out cryptic
clues…needless to say we’re too competitive to fail at something like this so
we managed to complete the hunt and earn ourselves some free drinks which led
to a rather messy but insanely fun night in the bar, where we managed to
convince the entire bar to play a giant game of spoons (or ‘empty cans’ in the
absence of spoons).
Some (rather wet) photos taken on my smashed up samsung...they give you the idea anyway!...
This tree is sooooo cool! |
Figuring out the riddle for our free drinks! |
On the second day, nursing the mother of all hangovers, we
decided to catch a local bus to some canyon river rapids near the small town of
Gualaca. I won’t go into the details, but hangover + car sickness + hot,
overcrowded bus = one very sick Emma, stopping the bus twice and being sick
into a (very holey!!) carrier bag in front of the entire bus…it was not one of
my proudest moments, but I’m sure will be funny when I look back on it….one
day.
Cup of tea and a view! |
The view from the hostel |