Mancarrón Island is magical. Step back 50 years and you will get an idea of what Mancarrón is like. I am even more enamored with it than Isla San Fernando. It is slightly larger but also sans motorized vehicles; horses, wheel-barrows, bicycles and feet are the mode of transportation here.
It is raining when we arrived and Esperanza was down on the dock asking people if they didn’t have reservations to come see her guest house. We followed. She even took one of our bags from us and headed up the winding path to her hostal (Sweet Dreams) She led us to a large, log cabin with big double doors and a tin roof. It had two beds and a private bathroom and for $20 it came with breakfast. We moved in right away.
There was a little green amazon parrot named Roxy in the tree out front calling out “Buenos” but was too shy to allow us to pet him. He had a small cage for feeding and Esperanza put some fruit in the bottom to coax him down so we could get a better look. Once inside Roxy fed his fruit to the chickens in the yard and played with the dish instead. Roxy is only 10 months old and is a parrot toddler. There is a plethora of pet parrots in this tiny village and when you walk down the sidewalk the trees call out ‘Buenas’ in their little troll voices. These are happy parrots.
We don’t do much here other than finish reading our books and eat. We are still tired from our epic San Fernando trek and so simply enjoy short walks through the lush park near the main pier, we had a look at the dozen pre-columbian items in their ‘museum’ and swim in the too warm lake. This post reflects the mood of the stay… I’m sure you understand 😉