Panama Adventure Day 1-2 Overnight (July 31, 2018): Up at Night? Panama Light!
Day 1 was in fact a storm day early on; that is, very much so. Trees were down and roofs blown off across downtown and a nearby shantytown. Making it easier to choose sticking to the 'burbs. Fine with me. Met Hector Morales of Nicaragua. A fine fellow and good conversationalist with his self-admitted 8 verbs and 840 nouns of English. In Panama for a social welfare project he himself helped start here 20y ago, now operating under an umbrella group called three different things in three different countries, none of which I recall correctly, which seems like it might not be helpful in generating PR.
You can drink the water here! Took the chance to no ill effect.
Had a nice catch-up with the family; nuclear versions.
And woke at 2am...again; tho not sad for it. A stint on the front pattie was revealing: giant moths eat smashed papayas, a big tree leans from the schoolhouse yard well over the drive and drops 'em there, as I emerged, a behemoth one lit out from some of the leavings which get further mashed by car tires; something scooted off the top of the picnic table; and a stray cat slunk away, but came back moments later, perhaps to check out the funny-smelling gringo, (tho I've washed and my shoes are laundered and dried now, so surely he took no offence) and revealed himself to be what looked like a cross between a small ant-eater and a skinny raccoon and maybe the one to have knocked the garbage barrel over by the gate, as the previous morning of the muis grande storm, it had stayed up no problem.
The night clerk is the same lady who checked me in briefly on arrival day. I suppose she's more nervous than the night guy as the back garden with the hostel's covered outdoor kitchen and dining area is locked off. But my peanuts are out there! I said nothing, I suppose I could do with the restraint.
The Hostel is now down to Panama Light for cerveza. So I'm not the only customer.
Panama Old Town. More on which later...