Sunday, March 1, 2009

Swollen Feet And Headache After Giving Birth

Panama Jack, first impressions

Nothing but the plane ride, moisture and warmth to it that I realized it was summer and that was in the tropics. The smell of moisture-laden atmosphere reminded me of Vietnam.

When you take a taxi to the hotel I also knew that we were not in Europe: the taxi drivers waiting to be engaged grouping newcomers to the hotel tourists as they were, and then filled the Tequi and we all charged a price given by the PTA on duty. Eleven dollars, you know, those large greenbacks are everywhere and in putting In God we trust and all that crap. I played with a German couple, I think it was something to be ripped off as a couple should be paid jointly and not eleven U.S. dollars each.

The peseta was the talkative, but then people would see that Panama is easy conversation, which always likes. The guy called me buddy and got to speak English words as full, chance, words of the area that I would not turn or adapted from the English words "Wait, buddy, let's stop tanking. I saw the Panamanian accent closer to the Colombian Caribbean or the Mexican, English sweet and tasty that I would stick as you were a couple of months there.




The lonely streets on Sunday evening



Along the way, the first thing that caught my attention was the lack of lighting at all levels. From Tocumen airport to the financial district of Panama City is on a toll road and take the ring makes American (not confi the peseta had to tell her to stop and take a picture on a poster of the Pan American The roads linking route from Alaska to Tierra del Fuego in Argentina or vice versa), neither had the slightest lighting. Already in the city center as well, the streets not considered major, have not a lamppost. This darkness prevails, and the fact that I arrived Sunday night, was a rather eerie to downtown. The city also notice the influence: the dollar, clothes, cars, food, television.



View from the hotel on Monday morning


I stayed at the Riande Continental Hotel, a five star, but was not that bad. I would have taken a hotel on Avenida Balboa, a kind of promenade which was the work. The people at the company I advise against Panama I recommended this election and the Veneto, another five-star business district. In the area of \u200b\u200bBalboa was busy street-whores, gorillas, busqueros, etc-but there was an extremely dangerous because it was not a secluded area and had schools, hospitals, offices and restaurants. But I ignored them, but instead of going to the Veneto, it seemed like a last-went to the Riande. This was a huge hotel Riande, something old-style hotels for mass tourism in the Caribbean, and much much vigilance with walkie-talkie service everywhere. I had no frills, suppose that the five stars were that had a pool, gym, restaurant and casino for 24 hours non stop.




Chorrillo Quarter, which together Borondon district, are the most dangerous neighborhoods of Panama. The problematic area is really dangerous and Ciudad Colon, on the Caribbean side of the canal, city controlled by the mafia.



The fact is that on arrival they gave me a ride and find a place to dine. This district could be in Panama City and in New York and Frankfurt, that is, nothing made him special or different. Avenues and numbered square blocks to the U.S. brand name shops, hotels, casinos, restaurants and international cuisine. I finally found a simple site, was a cafe-restaurant, also 24 hours, could remind one of those roadside restaurants American films. On the menu offered dishes that would perfectly here, so ask for something typical of the area, and what came closest was a corn cake and a meat with onion.



Here we see a Real Madrid fan. There is still the English league, and live the Madrid-Barcelona rivalry. However, the sport in Panama is baseball.


I returned to the hotel through streets even more lonely and fell asleep with the fatigue of the long journey and curiosity the days ahead.

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