Showing posts with label Panama City. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Panama City. Show all posts

Saturday, January 06, 2007

From a cloud forest surrounding Volcan Baru to a sponge garden overtaking a wreck in the Caribbean, 2006 progressed into 2007 not uneventfully. After a brief stop in Panama City, Chan and I made our way across the country, where we met up with friends to celebrate Christmas in Cerro Punta, a mountain town surrounded by lush cloud forests. Christmas dinner was prepared in a dark cabin, sin electricidad, and after a few struggles with gas lanterns and Panamanian-style free-range chicken, our dinner turned out to be quite delicious. The coolness of the area added to the holiday atmosphere.

A five hour hike down the backside of the volcano led us to Boquete, where we enjoyed an excellent coffee tour at Kotowa coffee estates, of course complete with a tasting of their delicious shade-grown coffees. Evidently, the cloud forest in the area provides enough shade for the coffee trees that they fall in the category of shade-grown, although they do not grow directly beneath other shade-providing trees.

Grudgingly, I left the cool mountains and returned to my site in Los Pocitos for a couple of days. We spent an afternoon lounging on the Pacific beach before I put Chan to work making a table and doing other household chores.

A trip back over the mountains brought us to the Caribbean Sea and Bocas del Toro. We enjoyed a wreck dive off the coast of Isla Colón. The wreck was surrounded by a range of colorful sponges and corals, and our guide managed to point out a nurse shark resting under the helm of the sunken ship.

Finally, after two long bus trips we arrived back in Panama City, from which we spent a couple days in the sun on Isla Taboga, snorkeling, swimming and hiking. Although of course too short, I enjoyed showing off the wonderful diversity and beauty of Panama.

Friday, November 10, 2006




A week in the life of...

Monday night: danced to Shakira on iPod alone in room

Tuesday: finished reading copy of Newsweek. flipped it down on table to see an add featuring Shakira. considered it a sign. texted friends about Shakira concert.

Wednesday: met friends in David for 8-hour bus ride to Panama City. met more friends in Panama City. flip cup. total sleep: one hour.

Thursday: bought tickets. food. Shakira Shakira! total sleep: 0 hours.

Friday early morning: bus ride from Panama City to David on which slept. food. now. feliz dia de indepencia de Espana!

Sunday, November 05, 2006

What would happen if they suspended sales of alcohol in the US during the forth of July weekend? I imagine there would be rioting. At least a fair warning ahead of time and some major stocking up. This weekend is the beginning of the Fiestas Patrias, the celebration(s) of Panama's independence from Columbia, and Panama's flag day. I was in Panama City for the day before this event, and my girlfriends and I were disappointed to discover our much-looked-forward-to free sangria night at a local restaurant had been cancelled. We even tried to sneakily puchase a pitcher of sangria at another restaurant, and almost succeeded with the waitress until someone more knowledgable in the kitchen informed her that no alcohol was to be sold that day (they even had a glass of wine advertised on their nightly special! so close!) Actually, all sales of liquor, wine and beer were postponed for the day before, and the first day of the celebration weekend. Panamanians took this change in stride, as they do with most things. It was the first year that alcohol was prohibited at two of the traditionally alcohol-infused days of the year: fiestas patrias and the voting on the Panama Canal Referendum. And with good reason.

About two weeks ago an electical glitch on a bus in Panama City caused it to suddently burst into flames. Eighteen people died in the inferno; a tragedy. The day-long-prohibition was called in honor of the families of the victims of the bus accident, and it truly was a day of silence. I'm sure a few more tragedies were avoided during this day of sobreity, and only small disappointments felt upon being deprived of sangria.