panama CIty and Bocas del Toro
The past two days have been impossibly long. Not in a bad way. it's always hard to believe that so much can occur in one day. of course, the army advertizes that fact all the time. (By the way, why wont capital i, o and p work on this computer?) i went to work, caught my flight out with Jeff and had a hectic transfer Miami. i realized that i forgot my guide book at home so after arriving we befriended a British professional skateboarder and his girlfriend and tagged along to their hotel. The warm air was instantly relaxing and i was transformed to my jovial side. After checking in, the four of us got some chicken at the local restaurant in old town and chatted on the roof of the hotel about Brazil and peru. oddly, the Brits found Brazil to be safe and peru to be dangerous which was the opposite of my experience. But, that's the funny thing about places- they are nothing but your experience there.
i knew i wanted to get out of panama city quick, so we grabbed a cab in the morning to the domestic airport. We put ourselves on a waiting list and walked over the local mall, which was like any other mall except for the manequins all had tripple D breasts. Very odd. i tried to order tamales at the grocery store, but the woman insisted i couldn't because they were out of chicken sauce despite the fact that everyone else was ordering it. i conceded and got a ham and cheese sandwhich. Ah, language barrier. Returning to the airport, we were quized on how much we weighed. "uh, 90 kilograms." "you're too heavy" "okay, i'm 50 kilograms." They let us go anyway, but our bags had to go on the next flight. A happy compromise.
The flight to Bocas was incredible. The low flying puddle jumper allowed us to see the whole country with nice detail. The canal, the jungle, the mountains, the islands. Bocas looked like moss floating in turquois pools. The next few hours were filled with walking the streets, having lunch, walking and eating dinner. By the way, Jeff in the slowest walker in the world, but maybe i should learn to slow it down. i've also ben offered cocaine at least 40 times. we each had a dozen beers at the bar and i spent way too long arguing politics and history with some Fin. Long story short, i feel very relaxed and it's nice.
i knew i wanted to get out of panama city quick, so we grabbed a cab in the morning to the domestic airport. We put ourselves on a waiting list and walked over the local mall, which was like any other mall except for the manequins all had tripple D breasts. Very odd. i tried to order tamales at the grocery store, but the woman insisted i couldn't because they were out of chicken sauce despite the fact that everyone else was ordering it. i conceded and got a ham and cheese sandwhich. Ah, language barrier. Returning to the airport, we were quized on how much we weighed. "uh, 90 kilograms." "you're too heavy" "okay, i'm 50 kilograms." They let us go anyway, but our bags had to go on the next flight. A happy compromise.
The flight to Bocas was incredible. The low flying puddle jumper allowed us to see the whole country with nice detail. The canal, the jungle, the mountains, the islands. Bocas looked like moss floating in turquois pools. The next few hours were filled with walking the streets, having lunch, walking and eating dinner. By the way, Jeff in the slowest walker in the world, but maybe i should learn to slow it down. i've also ben offered cocaine at least 40 times. we each had a dozen beers at the bar and i spent way too long arguing politics and history with some Fin. Long story short, i feel very relaxed and it's nice.
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