March 14/15.  I helped a Canadian women get an onward ticket so that she could fly to Costa Rica. Her name was Heidi. In Houston on layover I talked to her some more and she told me that she has osteoporosis it doesn’t think she’ll be able to serve anymore because she keeps breaking her ribs. I gave her Richard‘s number one told her to call for help with the osteoporosis. When I finally arrived in Panama City, I was boiling in the 90 degree heat and thought I had lost Elefante. I went to the wrong terminal and only found out when I was going through customs. I was afraid my pack would be gone when I made it to luggage as I was very late. Thank the gods it was there. I could feel all 36 pounds of it as i swung it over my shoulders. I held my breath as I went through customs. I had dreaded the moment because I was afraid I’d be stopped for my supplements. After some hesitation I found the metro. It turns out it was the first day of the opening of the metro line to the airport. There were press there and they interviewed me about how it compares to other metros in terms of ease of use etc.

I recommended that they make a more clear sign for tourists wanting to buy a Rapi pass. They asked for my name and took photos of me with my thumbs up on the metro. I told the reporter the metro was excellent, better than most in the US. I imagined the headline might read, “First gringa to use metro in Panama City airport”. I laughed to myself. 

Needless to say, I was exhausted and boiling. I rolled my pants up and kept my pack near me as I studied myself on the metro. Within a few minutes, a very kind man introduced himself and his girlfriend and kids to me. Tamir and his family were getting off a few stops away in San Miguelito. He was very supportive and told me he could help drive me around. I was feeling like I needed a friend, and appreciated his kindness. He told me how to transfer and where to get off, and I felt really good about making his acquaintance, my first friend in Panama.  It was a long trip, but I finally made it to the Cinco de Mayo station. I felt out of place walking around in a fairly derelict neighborhood with my giant backpack and a pack in front of me. I thought about walking to the hosta, which was a mile away, but from the stairs I got, I didn’t feel comfortable. I was feeling frugal and didn’t want to pay five dollars for 1 mile taxi ride. A young man to clear on me and negotiated a two dollar ride with the taxi. 

Before I boarded, I bought some green sliced mango. The woman didn’t seem to want to give me change for the five dollars I gave her. After waiting around for five minutes, I was relieved when she finally gave me four coins which I assumed to be dollars. I got in the taxi and started practicing my Spanish. When we arrived, the driver demanded $5 and I felt deceived. Normally I would just pay, but I felt like he was trying to rip me off. I started arguing with him after having given him the fare, and a guy with a machine gun came over, ostensibly military or police, and asked what was going on. I explained, and the taxi then said keep your money and threw the $5 at me. I didn’t want to get a free ride, and placed two Balboas or dollar coins on the seat next to him. 

My hostel, Magnolia Inn, was only a block away. I checked in and they explained where it was safe to walk and where it wasn’t. I felt like I was in a gringo ghetto. Over the course of the next few days, I found ways of moving through the city to get from one place to another without feeling endangered. Eduardo and Ximon both worked at the hostel and were very friendly. Ximon recommended ceviche at La bendicion de Mariscos. I walked over after exploring Casco Viejo and  ordered the Mediterranean, a mix of all the seafood. I relaxed under the terrace and ordered a delicious drink with Maracuya. I was glad no one was smoking.

After finishing my meal, I did a fast walk through Santa Anna as it was night and felt sketchy.  I’ve been sitting for way too long on the plane, decided to go for a nice long walk along the Cinta Costera. On the way back, I walked through the plaza mayor and met Jesus, worked in the fancy hotel on the Square and was also a tour guide. He was very friendly and told me he give me a tour for me in the morning at nine. I thought he meant a free tour and agreed I’d meet him. I retired to bed and reluctantly took the top bunk as all the others were taken. It was 82° outside, and my roommates didn’t like the fan or the air conditioning, so it was stifling. I didn’t sleep well because my bunk mate kept coughing during the night, and slammed the door each time he came and went, which was probably 15 times, in the morning. 

March 16. I went to meet Jesus at 9 AM but he sent someone in his place. That man indicated that it was $55 for the tour.  I told him I didn’t have that kind of money and he seems rather miffed. I wanted to reward myself and look for a nice coffee place. I checked at one which was nearer the hostel, but didn’t think it had a very good machine. It was also a tattoo place. It was recommended to go to Unidos cafe. There I had a nice latte, though I had sticker shock, as it was the same price as home. 

I went to El Rey and bought groceries and water and went back to the hostel, where I ate my granola and chatted with the hostel cleaning staff, whom I liked instantly. I headed back to the plaza mayor, and went into the Palacio municipal, one of the most beautiful buildings, and very historical on the main Square. There I immerse myself in history in Panama, using the aid of Google Translate, as it was all in Spanish. I spent two or three hours perusing the historical presentation which was very disorganized, though a good primer. 

From there I headed to the canal museum in a beautiful building that had been the headquarters of the canal construction starting in 1911. It was an excellent museum and I was worried that I didn’t have enough time to see everything. I asked if I could come back the next day and they said not without paying. Given that it was $10 person, I wasn’t here to pay twice. It was a an excellent exhibit and I learned a lot about many things, including racism and how it manifested in differences in income and treatment of American, Panamanians, African Antilles, and Europeans.

March 17. I decided to go to Miraflores locks. It was a long trip. I walked to Cinco de Mayo and then took the Metro to Alwood mall and walked around everywhere looking and asking for the bus and then got in the wrong queue. and felt guilty about canceling the trip so I kept it even though I had to pay more than the bus. I was on the bus when I decided to take the ride. He told me a bit about the way and when I got to the locks I found out it was $18 to see the IMAX film And the museum was closed till 2025. I really wanted to see the interactive museum and decided that the other was not worth the money. 

Then I walked around the area where the fenced in jungle was and walked to the highway and then started walking back when I met Emilio who was driving Uber gave me a ride back to locks and we talked and he gave me his number and said come for food later. I headed back to the mall and then took the metro to Santa Thomas and walked on Cinta costera out to a section called San Francisco to the union bar on the point. I walked there because I met a nice family. She was Panamanian he was from New York and he runs triathlons and we talked the whole way and then they laughed and said they were going to wedding the next day in Casco Viejo at church Merced and I walked around a bit and then I returned and met Emilio for dinner and talked to him all evening until I was exhausted and asked for a ride at 11 and got scared because he’s been drinking and arrived back to the hostel where I spent the night and got a little bit of sleep.

March 18. I had seen the Mola museum the day before, and was curious about what they represented. Here in Casco Viejo there were many indigenous women selling molas to tourists and I wanted to understand their meaning. I went in and found out that it was free, and eavesdropped on a tour that was been given of students. It was a very interesting museum, and I learned a lot about the indigenous people that have dominion over the San Blas  Islands and nearby coast. There were many examples of molas, and other indigenous artwork. I learned about their culture and the belief systems involved in their making. There was interesting lore about a mythical female progenitor who essentially gave power to and informed a Nella, a female shaman of sorts. 

From there I did a walking tour with a map that Joseph had given me of the historic buildings and churches in Casco Viejo.  From there I headed to Santa Anna. I liked the bustle there and explored the church at Plaza Santa Anna. 

Magnolia Inn had grown on me. Other than having to share a room, it was great. I reluctantly organized my things and put my backpack in their storage. Joseph had found an Airbnb for me nearby, and I had meant to go to the hotel at 2pm, but got caught up exploring Santa Ana and looking for an ATM. I went to the museum of Afro Antilles and met a larger than life local woman who took me by the arm to the fish market and root market. She was of Afro Antilles origin and spoke English with me and Spanish to the Chinese fishmonger. 

I was struck by her confidence, sense of self, and presence. I really wanted to take photos of the roots and bark being sold at a few kiosks, and ask the uses, but didn’t want to make them feel self-conscious. I made my way to a cheap dollar store where I bought an umbrella and T-shirt. I was craving ceviche and headed back to La Bendicion Mariscos. As I ate my mediterranean mix, I watched a recently released karate kid, and was very impressed by the dedication and prowess of the young African-American actor.  I finally tore myself away from the TV and walked around Casco Viejo for a few hours, waiting for Tamir and his girlfriend. I’d been waiting all week to go to the I love Panama chocolate museum/store. I was disappointed to find out that they hadn’t built the museum yet. 

I had a really interesting discussion with the young man who started the idea of promoting Panamanian chocolate. He is interested as am I in protecting what is left of the biodiversity in Panama, and felt that that would be a good way to do it. He said that most Panamanians don’t appreciate the preciousness of their native land. He got inspired to try to do something to protect what’s left of the natural world in Panama while following a biologist as a photographer. He told me about a man who is dedicated to saving the Jaguar in Panama and has dedicated his life to educating people so as not to kill it. It rained hard while we were talking, as it had when I was in the canal museum. I was amazed how hard it rained.

I bid him farewell, and left to meet Tamir and his girlfriend. He was coming to get the $20 I had promised him, which became $80 by the end of the night as I gave him to his appeal to help him buy a taxi. I felt conflicted about giving him the money, and felt pressured to do so. I hoped that his promise to give me rides to Portobello and Gamboa would manifest. It was nice spending time with them. We ended up walking along the coast on a walk that both of them had done multiple times as kids, and ran into a folkloric group dressed in costumes representing all regions of Panama.

After Tamir and his girlfriend left to catch the last metro back, I watched a crazy wedding celebration of the well-heeled in the poshest hotel in town. It was fun watching them goofing around, dancing wildly, and getting drunk. I wasn’t the only one snooping. Panamanians walked by and gaped as the wedding party danced for hours, completely ignoring the huge wedding cake and party favors.

March 19. I woke at 11 to an alarm. It was quite loud the night before, a Saturday night in Casco Viejo. It had been my one chance to sleep in a nice room. The bed was hard, and nothing much fit in the room besides the bed, but it was really beautifully decorated. Loud construction was underway in the street behind the room, and I was lucky it was a Sunday morning. The courtyard was filled with plants and a very chlorinated pool, which was so full of chemicals that I didn’t dare enter. I left my things in the room but accidentally locked the wrong door lock and couldn’t get back in with the key. The hotel staff, which were the same as those at the hostel, and my friends, said they would work on it and then I should return in about 20 minutes. 

I headed to the I love Panama chocolate place around the corner with whom I’d jawed about Sustainability the night before. Unfortunately, they were busy and the Guayaba-filled they’d recommended me to try hadn’t arrived yet. They told me to come back in a few hours. I headed to the churches of Neri, Saint Francis Assisi, and Plaza Bolivar. Both churches featured extensive crèche dioramas. The dioramas came from the gardens of wealthy Panamanians, who would have them set up at Christmas time. Many were donated to churches for permanent exhibit. At Neri, I spoke with a very kind nun in civilian clothing. She reminded me of Elza Hinostroza, my Peruvian friend who owns big basin café in Saratoga. I liked her and appreciated hearing about the renovations. 

Naciminentos are called Belen meaning Bethlehem in Panamá.  Assisi church had a big Christmas diorama display inspired by a visit to Minnesota in December. It was a surprise and fun to see all of the figurines and houses.  I also enjoyed the art exhibit on the second floor of the church, as well as the lovely blue stained glass windows. I wanted to head to the Bio museum in Amador but wasn’t sure I’d have enough time to get there walking as it was a few miles through dangerous part of town. I used the inDrive application to call a driver and ended up waiting an hour while three agreed and then cancelled. I found out that Amador is very crowded on Sunday afternoons, and the drivers were probably worried about getting stuck in traffic. 

I started walking to the museum on the Cinta Costera 3 and finally had a driver from the In Driver app accept my request. A Peruvian lady whom I’d met in Casco Viejo had recommended the app. I’d spent 30 minutes the night before walking with her family. The driver was nice and told me not to walk through El Chorillo, which I ended up doing on the way back. I made it to the museum by 3 PM, which barely gave me enough time to see the exhibit, although they closed the museum earlier than 5 to prepare for an event.

They had an audio guide, but I didn’t have time to listen. There was a section on which plants and animals in Panama were endangered or extinct, as well as the movement of flora and fauna between North and South America, and the geologic process that created Panama.  I enjoyed the section which explained the history of human habitation. I wasn’t able to see some of the more interesting exhibits on the natural history of various species, though I did learn about important cultural events in Panama. 

When I left, I walked down the canal and took some photos of the sunset, and headed towards Isla Flamenco.  Unfortunately, during the walk, I lost my neck scarf which contains polymer clay that kept me relatively cool by staying wet even while very hot outside. I really enjoyed the gardens planted by the museum. They’ve done good work there. On the way to Isla Flamenco I got very hungry, and bought street food, chicken, grilled over kerosene, from a couple with a small cart. I broke down and bought expensive ice cream for the Ron, which may have been the source of the runs later. I had told Emilio I would meet him at Magnolia Inn in Casco Viejo, but couldn’t find a bus. I called and asked if he could pick me up. He was angry and shamed me. I felt like a kid back in my dysfunctional household. 

I picked up my backpack and said goodbye to Eduardo and Ximon. While there, I overheard a biology student from Oregon university talking about working with sea turtles. We went back to Emilio‘s and I had a lumpy sleep on the couch. I left the doors open to get air, but it was so loud from the main road between and construction of the hospital that I finally closed them. I had a very troubled sleep.

March 20. I woke and joined Emilio for breakfast. I had my granola and he had fried sopapillas which I did not want. People eat a lot of fried food here and I don’t like it. We had a nice chat and about 1130 I decided to head out to park a Metropolitano. I bought an empanada and walked there. It seemed a little dicey in some areas where there were auto mechanics and recycling shops, add metal, recycling, and garbage. But I made it paid. My fee convince them that I was a Panamanian or that I lived here for a year and then sit out on the trail. I met some Germans who showed me a sloth in a tree. And then I continued walking up the hill on the trails and meandered around. I asked the Ranger about another sloth that was in the tree with his baby, but I could barely see it. I climbed to the top with a German college student who just started an exchange program. She hopes to do some extracurricular activities. 

On the way down, I spotted a toucan and saw a sloth hanging from a vine. It hung there for over 10 minutes and didn’t seem to move. I wondered how it could be so strong. Finally, I walked out of the park and went to the mammal trail. About 530 I decided to catch a bus to the Vis Argentina neighborhood and caught a bus to the University  of Panamá. I walk to campus to the neighborhood, which has a strip of trees in the center and a park and few cool places to i decided not to buy food there because it was pretty expensive, but read reviews for the best Gelateria in Central America and had to go. It was very expensive and the server gave me a big scoop of chocolate and two tiny scoops of the other flavors. It wasn’t worth it. I tried to walk back to Emilio’s house via the Cinta Coasterra, but couldn’t find my way to the shore and ended up on the freeway. I walked next to a person who was sleeping on the bridge. A guy at a hotel told me to turn around. 

On the way back I saw two women street artists juggling and clowning at a stoplight. It was the first time I saw something like that here. I walked through the downtown back to the coast. The downtown is not pedestrian friendly, as it is very built up, but I was able to find my way down to the coast. It was strange walking there after being in the much more Panamanian part of town, Panama viejo. I arrived back at the apartment and had a nice dinner with Emilio and set up a bed in his office. Unfortunately something didn’t agree with my stomach, probably the tap water, and I had diarrhea all night. I didn’t get to sleep till 3. Needless to say, I am very sleep deprived after being in the hostel for four nights. I’m still uneasy about giving Tamir $80 to help him buy a taxi and probably won’t get rides as promised. I hope he was honest with me. I had decided to give him 20 but he talked me into giving him more.

March 21. Happy spring! I’ve lost track of everything from St. Patrick’s Day to the first day of spring. The temperature is always 90 here, and about 95% humidity. I’m sweating so much that I don’t pee even though I’m drinking water all day long. I’m not big on the tropics for that reason. I like variability in weather, not the same thing every day. 

I woke up late not having slept well. Emilio was gone. I was extremely worried that I was locked in because he locks his gate and door and I can’t get out without a key. I thought that he had left for the day. I called in a panic. He finally answered and said he was coming back. I washed the dirty sheets and put my things away and had granola. Around 1130 he offered me a ride to Ancón hill as he was headed to his bank in nearby in Albrook. He dropped me off on the freeway, and I proceeded to run across 2 four-lane highways. Panamanian don’t stop for pedestrians. I headed toward the hill walking through a neighborhood where many Americans lived during our control of the canal. It’s a really pretty area. The colonial style houses have big Gardens with grass that’s cut short as a golf course. I started walking up what looked like a trail but it was full of palm fronds and other debris, and I could barely get 10 feet, so I decided to turn back and headed further along until I came to canal zone buildings. From there I’m headed up to the guard house for Quarry heights. Walking in there felt like going into another world. 

There was a guy selling palettas. The houses were white with intricate wooden carving, more beautiful than any. I’d seen thus far. They were beautiful gardens and spacious promenades. Well, I didn’t know was that I wasn’t allowed to walk in that area. High security apparently. looked incredibly beautiful. The guards yelled at me and started coming towards me. I didn’t wanna take any chances, so I headed back. I told them I was uncertain of how to get to the hill. Which was true. They directed me to the left. I enjoyed the walk and made it to the top without seeing any animals as I had hoped. I wasn’t that impressed by the view. I had seen much better view at the park Metropolitano. I ran into 2 tourists heading down the hill Mark and Julius. They has a rental car, and were heading to Amador. I asked if I could come with them as I had lost my cooling scarf there the day before and hoped to find it. I knew it would be a needle in the haystack. I said I would walk down with them, but they said don’t miss the climb to the top, as they weren’t sure where the car was, and thought it would take them a while. 

There was one house that had a particularly beautiful garden, and all the birds in the area seemed to be hanging out in a large tree next to it. I was glad to see that at least one person in Panama cares about conservation. I met Mark and Julius at the gate to quarry heights and we drove to Amador. I showed them a cheap place to eat called Mi Ranchito that Id seen the night before. We all had hoped to go to park Culebra, but it was closed. While they ate, they told me a bit about their journey as crew for boats.  They were crew on a boat from Guatemala on the Caribbean side, and stopped in the Bay Islands off Honduras. They suggested I make a profile and try to crew. It sounds glamorous but being a sailor isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. They offered to take me with them to Santa Catalina island and Bocas del Toro. I was very tempted, but I told him I didn’t have my backpack and they replied who needs things. The main reason was I wanted to let Emilio know. I wished them a good day and walked to Isla Flamenco looking for my cooking scarf. After 45 minutes I gave up and asked if I could get a ride back. 

They dropped me off near the overpass to Casco Viejo and I walked back and then walked around  the old town for a number of hours went into some churches, saw some colonial church art, which was nice, didn’t make it into la Merced, which has a museum, but ran into the very sweet woman who works at Neri church again, and met a nice French woman from Brittany with whom I spoke. I met her when I was speaking with a guy who is working for his friend who just open lot Divina Comida en bolivar Square. He is an is Muslim from Columbia in the coffee growing region. It was interesting talking with him. He said he teaches English most of the time.  I went back and said hello to Ximon at the hostel. He is from Venezuela and was telling me about having his tools robbed three different times. I asked him whether he came here to avoid the violence there. He said that he liked it better here. Another hostel employee, Eduardo, told me about living in the canal zone and having to give up his house and about the student protest in 1968. Ximon is a very hard worker and was very busy so I didn’t talk long. 

I got some Chinese dumplings and then walked back to Emilio‘s via the Cinta Coastera. it was a nice evening but I sweated a lot today. The trade winds from the north east blow up until April. So the nights get a little bit cooler. Thank God. I guess in the rainy season that’s not the case. I got back and wrote my blog and talked with Emilio a little bit. He told me about his cats owner, who he thinks is a prostitute. We talked about prostitution for a while. He doesn’t think that it’s a problem for the women who work. He says it’s easy to spread your legs and in the casino he frequents they get paid $200 per act. I disagreed and said that many women don’t have a choice and are limited in what jobs they have the opportunity to do. I was exhausted and finally went to sleep about 1130.

March 22. I slept in until 10 or so. It was the first deep sleep I think I’ve had this whole trip. I had a dream about Hala and Shawn being in bed together and I got jealous.  I woke up and spoke with the indigenous man who helps Emilio. He’s from Chiriqui. We ended up talking about his grandfather who owned a farm and had cows horses, pigs, chickens, roosters, doves, as well as many fruit trees, and a big vegetable garden. I asked him to help me find my mouthguard and he did. It was a miracle. It was under the couch where I had my things in the corner in a very dusty corner. Shockingly he was able to see it. I gave him a hug and asked him if it was OK. Then we had a nice conversation in Spanish about life here. 

He said he’s going back for Semana Santa to his town. We talked about where he’s from and the beautiful places there. I wasn’t clear about where he would recommend going, but it was really nice to talk with him. I ended up adding to the soup that Emilio had made cutting up a bunch of my potatoes, onions, garlic having some stuff. It felt good to cook some thing. Finally around 130. I headed up to the bus stop on 45th St. and waited for an inordinate time. I was talking with a Colombian girl who moved from Cali with her mom. She was nice and we talked for a while about life here and how she has more opportunities than she did there. It took an hour to get to Panama Viejo with the bus. From there, I paid for the $10 for his fee to look at the ruins and entered the site and began looking at things. It was really interesting. I wanted to make sure I had time to see the museum so when I got to the area, I went in and read as quickly as possible. It talked about The history of the formation of the city the cast system how people were organized the reason that the pirates were able to invade how the city was laid out the role of religion, the role of slaves and Friedmanand creole’s –  quite a mix. Creoles and Spanish made up 10% of the population and the rest were slaves.  

There was also a an exhibit about Jews who converted to Christianity in order to survive, but it was closed. There was some really interesting information about burials in both jars and laid out. There was one woman in particular, who was very important and was buried on top of tens skulls more than 700 years old and might have been ancestors. she was also buried with many riches and a jar on her head intended for her. Indigenous people opened her tomb hundreds of years later, and added some items and refreshed the grave. They also showed how a wealthy person would have lived at that time with the private quarters on the second floor, including a platform where women only were allowed, mostly doing sewing and embroidery. Men had to be invited in order to get on the platform. 

On the first floor was the merchandise and sales and in the back was the office where they would show a very wealthy patrons expensive wares. The list of items that were available was pretty extensive including a lot of spices. When the pirates looted Panama City in 1671 the Spanish thought they wanted to populate the city, so they burned it. The king of Spain said there must not have been much goods wealth lost here because very little of it was registered, meaning that the majority had not actually paid the tax that the Spanish government charged for items shipped. At the end I walked around the ruins until about 6 o’clock and had a good time reading the signs and walking through the stones. It’s a beautiful site and I was impressed that it was in as good condition as it is. 

There’s a lot of garbage on the edge of the estuary. It’s shocking how much garbage there is. Lots of sea birds were in the mud flats and they’re trying to reestablish the mangroves on the edge and plant certain trees in the center that that are similar to those that were found at that time. However, most of them have died, and I don’t much effort made in the establishing them. It’s been 20 years and nobody’s even tried to plant new ones. They were also supposed to plant mangroves, but they didn’t and in fact, some of the mangroves affirmed, perhaps, by the people who live in very poor neighboring barrio, who lives mostly in hammocks and shacks. live in shacks and hammocks. I took my time walking through the ruins and enjoyed watching the sun tipping lower in the sky. I took a bus to the downtown and walked from there to San Francisco, which is a nice part of town. I walked around a bit thought about getting gelato, but decided not to, and headed back slowly to Emilio‘s, enjoying the breeze on the coast.

March 23. The best laid plans of mice and men.  I’m experiencing what it’s like to be a Panamanian. I just missed the bus today to Gamboa and the next one doesn’t come for four hours so I won’t make it back in time. I decided to explore the residential areas of aqua and Clayton instead. Two days ago, I lost my neck scarf filled with special polymer that stayed wet and cool in the heat. And last night I lost my night guard for my teeth. To top it off, I’m sleeping about 100 feet from a construction project for a hospital that’s literally going all day and night. There are 3 huge cranes and cement mixer trucks and nonstop use of jackhammers and honking incredibly loud truck horns all night long. And I have to wear earplugs during the day because taxis honk every 30 seconds on more to get your attention as do other drivers. 

I’m sensorily overwhelmed. The best laid plans of mice and men: It’s ironic that the train that I was hoping to take is no longer running to Colon because it’s out of service. The museum I hoped to see in the Miraflores Locks canal is closed for the next three years, which I found out after taking a bus for an hour to get there. They charge $18 just to see the boats in the lock and watch an IMAX movie. I decided not to on principle.

Needless to say, I had a nice walk and enjoyed seeing some animals in gardens of houses near the jungle. It was nice to finally see some residential areas that had trees. Mostly what I’ve seen in town is not attractive at all. Before I left for the residential areas, I was in the mall trying to find a neck scarf which I finally did. I spoke with attending Manian girl and a Australian guy who recommended Sunglass Islands to me. We’ll see whether I end up going. It sounds like it’s complicated and expensive to get there.

March 24. Now I know why I’ve been going crazy at night. It turns out they work double time at night and drive these cement trucks like they drive all the trucks here 0 to 60 in two seconds and then brake on a dime. There’s a wall right outside the room where I’m sleeping which has no window. The wall amplifies the sound from the construction 100 feet away. I have nothing between me and the open air. I feel like I’m being tortured. The sound is much worse at night and in the day. They can’t get away with it during the day. I decided to call this chapter the dining table of Pinochet. Emilio told me that the dining table he has was one used by Pinochet. Given his love of Trump I’m sure he is proud of this fact. The chairs are certainly plush. 

He went to the US when Allende was elected because he didn’t want to live with a communist government. Ironic because I consider myself a socialist, if not a communist. He told me over the course of the four days that I spent with him about his life. His wife Irena died some years ago but as far as the state of the flat, it seems like yesterday. He first went to the US when he was 28 and spent a year there as a printer in New York City. He’s a big patriot of American hegemony and loves Trump. 

He showed me a Halloween costume he made of Trump, complete with a suit and cap with his iconic strawberry blond combover. After being in America for a year, he returned to Chile and from there went to Panama where he met his wife Irena, of Dutch descent. He has a very cute cat named Miño who was rescued as a kitten from a garbage can. She is very skittish and didn’t seem to trust me despite my efforts. Emilio watches television for hours every day at a volume of 70. He has two 55 inch sets, one in his bedroom and one in his office. He was shocked that I hadn’t seen any American films. My daily routine was to talk with him for a half an hour or so in the mid morning, then leave for the day and return around 830 or 9 PM. It was in a fairly central location near El Congrejo and the Santo Tomas metro station. 

I roused myself at 830 after not sleeping a wink and left for the Albrook Terminal, and then headed to Colon on a bus. I was lucky to catch one within 10 minutes. A helpful passenger  told me she would help me find the bus stop in Sabanitas to Portobelo. Luckily, I quickly caught one of the crazily-painted Rastafarian buses with a bizarre horn blasting Punta, a kind of Caribbean music from this region. It’s always interesting to ride local buses. It was mid morning and the bus was filled with young students wearing crisp uniforms. It was fascinating to watch them acknowledge one another and the rapidity with which they jump on and off the bus. I noticed that locals, no matter how old or disabled, often end up standing on the bus, and jump on and off very quickly. In some cases, the bus only shows down. Americans would’ve taken 20 times longer. It’s a privilege to be slow and make everyone wait. 

After a bumpy three hour ride, I finally arrived in Portobelo. It’s a beautiful historic port town on the Caribbean facing Isla grande, which is a 15 minute boat ride offshore. I disembarked from the converted school bus and walked up a road away to a hostel to ask about accommodations. I wasn’t planning to stay the night, but wanted to inquire for future reference. The woman said it was $10 a night for a dormitory of 8 and 170 per day to go to the San Blas islands. I’m surprised that it’s so expensive. 

On the way back I saw a young girl probably five with a big smile and long braids dancing back-and-forth like she was doing the salsa. I saw a sign for soup and such and asked about it. It was way more expensive than I had paid in Panama City and I decided against it.  In principle, I don’t like paying gringo prices. From there I headed to the church and took some photos. There is a tour of Taurus there. From there I walked to the fort and took some photos. A nice woman offered to take my photo and then asked to take a photo with me. I was honored. Then I walked along the street toward the other fort. 

On the way, I saw a colorfully painted mural outside an art gallery. Ana Gonzalez, a Venezuelan woman, was very kind, and in Spanish told me about the Casa de La cultura Congo, a project of Fundacion Bahia de Portobelo. From the profits they offer free art and music classes to the children in the community. The gallery is full of self taught local artists and showcases the interesting mix of cultures of the people of that area, including the large number of descendants of former African slaves. It is a mix between the indigenous people, the Spanish, and the African slaves. The resulting mythology is reflective and includes supernatural beings, nature spirits, and oreishas or gods. I was tempted to try to stay at her hotel, as well as to eat at her lovely restaurant that fronted the sea. However, I didn’t know how much time I had before I had to catch the bus back, as I didn’t want to get stuck in Sabanitas just outside Colon without a ride back. I had been warned that people from that area didn’t like Americans. Not that I blame them. 

From there, I headed to the other fort and walked through to the other side of the road but there is a monument and hid under a banana tree is rain came down. And I caught the street back and went to the bay and sat next to a bunch of coral that had washed up. I selected a piece and let the ocean love me. Since I had arrive 20 minutes ago, I felt like a big magnet was sucking my energy down into the Earth and I found myself unable to move quickly. My movements became very slow, and as I was sitting in that spot, I felt that I couldn’t get up. But fear of getting stuck propelled me, as well as my curiosity about a conservation program for children which Ana had told me about in the main plaza. I made my way there just as the clock struck 2pm. 

There I met Jonathan Zelcer, owner a tour company called Truly Panamá. He said that during the pandemic, he reevaluated and decided he wanted to give back to the community and not just choreograph experiences for tourists visiting Panamá. Apparently has some very wealthy clients from all over the world and always asks whether they want to give back to the community or just having a relaxing vacation. He said that many of his clients already have their own philanthropic organizations that are very active. He offered me a ride back in a comfortable van to the city. We had a great conversation on the way back. We even talked about the holocaust because he’s of Jewish descent and I spoke about my relatives who were in various camps. We talked about the importance of history and remembering. In Portobello he was working with Reef to Reef planting new coral near Portobelo. They were offering a program for kids on reef conservation and included an art project. He told me about Jason, an American who lives in the mountains and is an expert on the local trails and flora and fauna. Before we left a group of women  approached us  about their work on empowering women and addressing domestic Violence.

The two hour conversation with Jonathan on the way back was a highlight. In the course of talking about what Panamá could benefit from, I mentioned Santa Clara County‘s renewable energy program and told him I would put him in touch with Tara Martin-Milius.  I also had the pleasure to speak with the female artist working with him on the project as well as a young Costa Rican  who is his operations manager. 

Jonathan said he could drop me off in Casco Viejo, though I said it wasn’t necessary. As it turned out, his driver fairly chucked me out near Parque Metropolitano and I walked there hoping I could get in before it closed. It was lucky that I had walked in that area before, because I knew exactly where it was when they dropped me off. I got a ride with the national police to the park, and they made me talk to the security officer who said I wasn’t allowed in this late. The police asked where I was going, and I told them I was walking to the bus stop. I didn’t want to risk being in the park after hours. 

I walked to the bus stop and headed to Vía Argentina where I had explored the day before. I walk through the university of Panamá which has some very interesting sculptures and memorial plaques. From there I headed to the Argentina, and ended up walking all around El Congressional. I found a really nice coffee place OK beautiful window and for you. It turns out the woman was trained at the culinary Academy, and I took a picture of her diploma. It was one of the few places that reminded me of quaint cafes in California. After walking for about 45 minutes to an hour I reached out to Erynn. It turned out she was staying in the neighborhood across from the park and we met there and had dinner at an expensive local Panamanian place that I had seen when I was there last. I ended up spending $18 on dinner which is a lot for me but it was nice to catch up with her. 

She told me about her decision to move to Panama made in the last week after her visit with Loren and checking out the neighborhood where she was staying. She got a very nice Airbnb for $46 a night and I was envious. She had reached out to a gay couple as well, who lived in the area and were ex-pats. The neighborhood she was staying in, is very popular with American ex-pats. It’s probably one of the most liberal parts of Panama City. After our visit, I headed back to Emilio‘s and did my usual writing of my blog, taking a shower, and waiting until he turned off the television to talk for a bit. I was lulled by a false sense of tranquility as there was a break in the construction, but was rudely awakened at four in the morning. I moved my bed across the flat to a quieter location so I could sleep for a few hours.

I woke suddenly around 9:30 AM and took a shower did some writing and prepared to leave. I packed my things and had a nice chat with Emilio, who told me that life in Panama was like America in terms of how distant people are from each other as compared to Chile where families spend every weekend together. I told him that Polish immigrants to America are very similar. Because he is retired he gets to use the club Union for free. It is the most exclusive club in town, and offers a pool and gym, as well as game rooms and food drinks, and all kinds of other amenities. His flat which is quite large and  car are paid for. He won’t go back to Chile because he could never afford a place in Santiago like the one he has. He told me to send a loaded, blond American between 40 and 50. I roll my eyes thinking about it. He’s about 75, can’t walk very well, and is very sexist. He’s also a very kind person which is what enabled me to stay with him despite his comments and shaming. I didn’t like his attitude at times.  

He offered to give me a ride to a Albrook Terminal and I took it. We hugged each other, and I thanked him for his kindness. He recommended that I look for friend, Albertina Arias de Tejeira, canopy lodge, who lives in El Valle and suggested that I tell her I’m a friend of his, and see if she would let me put my tent on her land. I made my way to the bus terminal and bought a ticket and then stood in line and waited with some Canadian women. They had just arrived from the airport. I also spoke with a woman from El Valle de Anton. She asked where I was staying, and I said I didn’t know. She said she would call her brother and see he might rent out his house to me. I imagined that it would be fairly expensive, but waited to hear. Because the bus was so crowded and we didn’t stop or get out, I never found out whether she reached him. Unfortunately. The route along the Panamá highway was very ugly. It took us 3 1/2 hours to reach our destination, and on the way stopped in many squalid looking places. The bus was packed with people standing, and as usual we were practically on top of one another. The driver drove as fast as he could and I wondered whether we would make it in one piece, particularly when we headed into the mountains. I had no idea where to get off, but decided to get off at the center. When I arrived, the guy helped me with my backpack and I walked around asking people where I might be able to stay.