After airport palava we made it to Panama City, relaxed with some local beer, sat in hammocks and tried to avoid falling coconuts. The local buses are subsidised but also part-privately owned. The result is pimped out graffitied American school buses:
After being led to the wrong part of town (Stefans doing) we met our favourite Panama City local - meet Carlos Santa Maria! From our limited Spanish, drawing pictures, and his limited English (he knew Lionel Ritchie´s "hello") we gather he works for the military as a truck driver, mechanic, parachuter and gun handler.
We took time out and headed to the San Blas Islands.
Meet our home for 3 nights. Yes it was as small as it looks:
Home sweet home
On our last night one of the Kuna Islands opposite caught on fire. Cue chaos, buckets of water and some dodgy boats.
Chinese whispers meant we offered our mattresses to the locals - aiming to help. We were met with blank stares and questions over why we were bringing them mattresses. Were they wet?
Back to Panama City and a visit to the Panama Canal. We watched a cruise ship squeeze through and waved to the old folks on board. Not long until we spotted this half naked dude dancing around.
After a short stop in David City we headed to Bocas Del Toro via boat.
The starfish beach
Paul of the jungle
More starfish.
Panama was lovely, full of friendly locals, cheap beer and half constructed skyscrapers.
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