Panama City occupied a whole chunk of time – busily, loudly, hotly, confusingly. It’s halfway a blur : buses whisking us towards and past the places we wanted to go, grappling to understand the churning mass of city at the same time as scribbling it down in a notebook and snapping it up in photographs, a parade of two-day friends and late-night conversations and the strangely uncostumed Carnaval. It’s a city full of pretty views.
There were shining points of light : our beloved vegetarian restaurant with leafy greens a-plenty! My favorite agua de pipa vendor! A dreamcatcher!
We paid for 3 nights at our hostel with art. What could be better?