Coughing dude next to us on the plane totally offered us a ride to the city, which was awesome. We learned his name was Andre and his job and personal history and that he really likes Panamanian cocain because it is pure. Andre and his personal assistant driver lady (totally forgot her name but she was cool) tell us all about the city and country and gave us some tips for traveling. Nice!
Once at the swanky Panam´s Hotel in Bella Vista, we take a mucho needed nap. In our king sized bed. The room is sweeeeet with a flat screen TV, jacuzzi tub, modern furniture, spa shower, and a/c. The nap, obviously, was amazing.
In the afternoon, we tried to walk to Casca Viejo, UNESCO Heritage site of much praise, but the embarcado along the ocean was gross and strewn with trash and frankly, ugly. We took a taxi instead. Casca Viejo boasts of fine colonial architecture and swinging nightlife. We found it to be deserted, unkempt, and dissapointed. I kept thinking that the next intersection would be beautiful or filled with young backpackers, but no. I DID get to eat a piña rasádo and we DID view several "funador" statue busts, Nadiv DID buy some colorful bracelets and I DID pose for some faux sexy shots of the ocean/city skyline, and last but not least, we DID view a gun hand-off between a pedestrian and a guy on a motorcycle, neither of which seemed the least bit concerned that we were standing within arms reach. There was seriously no stealth involved.
Dinner was unmemorable. It cost too much and didn´t taste great. I got a bug bite on my right leg.
Back at the hotel, our faucets only ran hot water, which was great for the jacuzzi but terrible for the commode. It wouldn´t flush. I could not fall asleep due to headache and so I drank a bottle of water in case I was dehydrated, but then I had to pee three times after midnight in our broken toilet. Finally I fell asleep just as some construction sites began their morning jackhammers. Thank goodness I brought ear plugs.
lets see some of these faux sexy shots!
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