Isla Grande and Portobelo

An old fort in Portobelo. A lot of the gold and silver that came from South America came thru this port on it's way to Spain. Every so often you heard stories of some local finding some artifact or treasure.

The Catholic Church in Portobelo where the famous Black Christ Festival is held every year invoking pilgrimages from all parts.

Max and Krista, former PCVs from Honduras (friends from Madison), and Loyda and I headed out to Isla Grande.

The view of the backside of the island from the lighthouse. This also shows the rock point we had to hike around as we kinda took a wrong turn back from the lighthouse. About a 2 hour detour, no water, high noon, fond memories.

Model of the Black Christ at low tide.

Loyda and I from the lighthouse.

This is a random pic of an AIDS vigil I participated in a few days earlier. Has nothing to do with this particular trip. I accidentally downloaded it and Blogger wouldn't let me delete it for some reason. There were about a dozen PCVs there.

Mmmmm.....fried fish, coleslaw, and fried plantains. Washed down with a few Balboas.

Max and Krista on the beach. I went to school with Max and we were both involved in Engineers Without Borders.

Hiking around the rock point. Good thing the tide wasn't up!