Well, here I am, enjoying the last of the Panamanian lifestyle. Supping on a Soberana beer and sweating.
While ordering my soberana, I think that I might have just, (in a last ditch effort to fit in), convinced the barman that I am a local...but then in the KLM business lounge - that's not saying much.
Had another great week in the Panama city. Went out to a lovely restuarant called 'Eurasia' last night with my colleagues and, (in spite of the power cut that lasted from drinks to deserts), had a very pleasant evening (oh, and in spite also of the fact that I lost my credit card...). My colleague has an amazing flat with the most amazing marble floors - but which are apparently part of a dying breed as the money makers knock 'em down and go for the jungle-size skycrapers.
Had a bit of a rough night though as I battled against being too hot, the air conditioning taking off and some MONSTER thing out on the balcony making a helluva racket. As I woke up it sounded like someone flipping through an enormous book - and then throwing it against the wall, and then picking it up and flicking through again, and then throwing it against the wall. Now in my blurry-eyed state, I figured it could be only one of two things. Either my balcony mate learning (and struggling to learn) to read, maybe too drunk to see the words or it was some humungous monster waiting to devour me.
I ended up just turning the air conditioner back on to hide the noise, and when I conferred with my colleagues the following morning, was told that it was probably a gecko. (Hah, a likely story. Geckos don't read books. And they don't have fingers either...)
After a fitful night's 'rest', I woke up bright and early and headed to Dunkin' Donut's to get myself a café latte frappé. As I stepped out of the cafe, I saw a hoard of local cheerleaders waving and dancing to the booming music - as part of the election campaign
for that Martinelli guy.
More of the same?
Why not?!
Had a bit of a rough night though as I battled against being too hot, the air conditioning taking off and some MONSTER thing out on the balcony making a helluva racket. As I woke up it sounded like someone flipping through an enormous book - and then throwing it against the wall, and then picking it up and flicking through again, and then throwing it against the wall. Now in my blurry-eyed state, I figured it could be only one of two things. Either my balcony mate learning (and struggling to learn) to read, maybe too drunk to see the words or it was some humungous monster waiting to devour me.
I ended up just turning the air conditioner back on to hide the noise, and when I conferred with my colleagues the following morning, was told that it was probably a gecko. (Hah, a likely story. Geckos don't read books. And they don't have fingers either...)
After a fitful night's 'rest', I woke up bright and early and headed to Dunkin' Donut's to get myself a café latte frappé. As I stepped out of the cafe, I saw a hoard of local cheerleaders waving and dancing to the booming music - as part of the election campaign
for that Martinelli guy.
More of the same?
Why not?!
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