My first stop in Panama was David. From what I saw, the city was pretty generic. I did meet an interesting guy named Chris who was walking from the US to Brazil. I also met this older Polish guy who had been to 84 countries so far. My last night there, he felt it was appropriate to ask me what I thought about the Bible. For one, I normally avoid religious discussions with anyone of a particular religion. I respect people’s beliefs, and I can say that I feel I know what is right for me, but what is right for you, I have no clue. He proved to be unable to have an open-minded conversation, and I had to stop him after he asked me if I knew I would be judged when I died.
Speaking of other travelers… I get tired of them sometimes. When I was in Boquete, there was a group of backpackers drinking outside in the common area, and they were saying things like “Yeah this one time when I was really drunk…” and “Yeah I heard there’s so much partying there, like everyone’s f*cked up all the time…” How uninspiring. I also get SO tired of answering the same questions over and over. Where are you from? Where are you going? Where have you been? How long have you been traveling? Blah. Blah. Blah.
So Boquete, I jumped ahead of myself. I thought it was going to be a nice, quiet mountain town. It was really rainy when I got there, which was a downer. When I got to the hostel, I didn’t realize there was a bar next door, and my room bordered the bar, so it was pretty loud. Luckily, I got free ear plugs from a hostel in San Jose that I stayed at.
I made an impulsive decision to come to Panama City. I set my alarm to 6 a.m. to catch the bus to David and then on to the capital. Well, at least I thought it was 6. It took me 3 days to realize that there was a time zone change. Oops J I think I’m the only vegetarian in Panama. We stopped at this buffet-type place for lunch on the bus, and the only vegetarian thing they had was tasteless instant mashed potatoes.
In Panama, the first hostel I went to in Casco Viejo was full. Then I got dropped off at another hostel in another neighborhood called El Cangrejo. No one was there and the taxi driver had left. So I pulled out my Lonely Planet and tried to find two other hostels that were apparently really close and right next door to each other. I walked around and around, asking every other person I saw, who kept giving me directions. Turns out they have both moved, which I didn’t find out till later. I ended up settling for one “hostel” I found that’s central but a bit out of my budget.
So it’s been a bit rough for me… I’ve been traveling really fast lately because there’s been no flow for me lately. In all the places I’ve stayed in for long periods, things just seem to happen really easily as soon as I get there. I thought I would really like Panama, but there’s no flow here.
I try to share honestly when I write… this blog isn’t meant to be a tour guide, where you can find out about all the places I’ve been like I’m a travel agent or something. It’s about my feelings and reactions and funny, interesting, or horrible things that happen in whatever place. Not all days are good days, just like in real life. I’m not sure if I’m gonna book it to Colombia soon or try to stick it out for a little while longer… but I’ll keep you updated!