Well, we arrived in Boquete, Panama last night about almost 30 hrs of travel from Las Vegas. Las Vegas to Denver to San Jose via airplanes took up the night. Two taxi rides in San Jose took us not very far, but ate up some time, as the first taxi left us at the wrong bus station. A long, cramped bus ride on Tacopa, apparently a locals bus as we were the only foreigners, took us to the border of Panama. Some finagling, dragging our suitcases around, waiting in lines, and trying to understand what we needed to do ensued. Why do border crossing need to be such a hassle?
We couldn’t bear two more bus rides (one to David and then one to Boquete), so we let a taxi coerce us into a ride the rest of the way. It was a good move. The taxi was comfy, and it was an hour and half ride for $50.
The was no staff at the Hostal we had planned on staying at, so another hour was killed by the time we got a taxi to another one. Sleep found me quickly.
The bus ride yesterday was long, and uncomfortable, but a least it was interesting. In between fading in and out of sleep, there were mountains, valleys, and painted piles of cinder blocks and corrugated tin they refer to as towns. I was surprised that once in Panama, the roads became wider, the houses were nicer, and there seemed to be a much higher standard of living. I would have thought the opposite.
Gotta go now and see what this Panama place is all about.
