I was sooooo excited to go to Linton, a small island about 15 miles east of Portobelo, mainly because I had heard that here there be monkeys. And not just any monkeys but bad spirited, badly behaved ones!
Anyhoo, we pulled into the extremely crowded anchorage in Linton, with the nearly 80 (77 to be exact) other boats, and dinghied over to the island. But much to my dismay, there wasn’t a monkey in sight. Nothing. Zip. Nada. We took a little walk around the beach and then, disappointed, we headed to the little town on the mainland where we did manage to see a camel and hear the lonely honking of a peacock (obviously there must be a wildlife sanctuary near town).
The next morning, after an awful, horrendous, rolly night, I woke up and noticed that the bananas in our fruit hammock had become so ripe that one had actually fallen out. Ugh, I thought, no one wants to clean up banana goo first thing in the morning. But I made some coffee and began to tackle to problem. Only, I couldn’t find any mushy banana on the settee. Not a speck. Upon closer examination, the banana peel looked as if it had been ripped and the banana scooped out, the entire thing licked completely smooth. That’s when I woke Vlad up saying “There was a fruit bat on our boat last night!”
He then sleepily described to me how in the middle of the night he had woken up to the sound of fluttering and something brushing past his leg and saw what he thought was a large moth flying around the boat. Whatever the case, he said, it wasn’t a Panamanian, and he went back to sleep. That giant moth was actually a banana-eating fruit bat that had roamed freely in our boat all night. Ever better than badly behaved monkeys!