This is the last post about Panama (you know, until I go again)
We came back from the island and Kim and I went out by ourselves, hopping from bar to bar in Casco Viejo (ok, it was like three.. but when your tolerance is next to nothing, three is a LOT). We began our night with Ricky, a fantastic bartender. His favorite song is “We Are the World” and it came on while we were there and he sang it to us:
At another place, Kim hopped behind the bar to help out a bartender who was waiting for her babysitter to arrive — and thus juggling our drinks and her child.
We kept it relatively low-key and spent the last day at Cerro Campana and then at another beach. We accomplished our goal of seeing both the Atlanta and the Pacific (though not on the same day), and spent a portion of our last eight or so hours in the country being battered by the 5-8 tall waves that the Pacific had in store for us.
At another place, Kim hopped behind the bar to help out a bartender who was waiting for her babysitter to arrive — and thus juggling our drinks and her child.
We kept it relatively low-key and spent the last day at Cerro Campana and then at another beach. We accomplished our goal of seeing both the Atlanta and the Pacific (though not on the same day), and spent a portion of our last eight or so hours in the country being battered by the 5-8 tall waves that the Pacific had in store for us.
