National Geographic : 1968 Aug
South to Mexico City wounded 15, including Sefiora Medrano, then only 13 years old. Turning south, we joined the trickle of summer tourists who drive through verdant jungle to reach San Bias and its uncrowded beaches. In colonial times Spanish galleons from Manila, loaded with Oriental treasure, occasionally called here. The little port launched explorations that reached up the Pacific coast as far north as Alaska. Sand Entombs a Once-proud Port The early padres, too, sailed from this coast to California, and the town's cannon foundry later supplied them with mission bells. But over the centuries tide and current combined to destroy the port. Sand slowly filled the harbor, choking it until nothing larger than a canoe could enter. Now, on the hill above town, a deserted church looks over the little harbor that once sheltered privateers and pirates. Today's only invaders are squadrons of fanatical mosquitoes. East of San Blas we rode a cargo canoe through a spring-fed jungle stream used to bring bananas from plantations to the high way. As we twisted through the channel, the mangrove jungle closed overhead, weaving a cooling tunnel around us (pages 170-71). Orchids hung from the branches. A four foot-long green iguana, fearful to behold but dangerous only to vegetation, lay motionless EKTACHROME(BELOW)AND KODACHROME BYW. E . GARRETTC) N.G.S.