|Exploring a WWII jungle hideout on an island|
Guess which silhouette is mine.
Indiana Jones is back from the jungle! If only my Panama hat could speak ...
It might brag of brim-to-breath encounters with Bengal tigers.
|Tigers put their noses right up|
to our caged jeeps in the jungle safari.
Or yawny dawns by the bay.
|Ferries to islands cast off extremely early.|
It might exaggerate scuffs from scrambling in ruins.
|Mortar pock marks on buildings destroyed by WWII. |
The jungle conveniently retook this island after the war.
|More ruins from WWII barracks|
Or marvel at banyan trees amid decay.
|Defying the surrounding destruction, this banyan tree|
was a central backdrop in my brother's film shot here.
It might groan at being hut-bound (while everyone was seaside)
|Our snorkeling and diving retreat|
obscured by coconut palms
or be peeved in the jeep (while everyone was at the falls)
|Monsoon season provided tiers of waterfalls|
from the top of the mountain cascading on down below this basin
But, pipe down, Panama! I'll recount my own tales over several posts.
It's been a wild and wonderful summer abroad shared with family and friends. My fashionista friends might be surprised at how much clambering around one can do in "flatform" sandals and a deconstructed linen blazer (and of course, the Panama hat)!
How was your summer?