Panama papered with money
Panama is a transitory sort of place, a door of sand and rebar where Pacific pressures seek Atlantic relief, South American impetus touches North American markets, and the West Indies just want to… Continue reading
Panama is a transitory sort of place, a door of sand and rebar where Pacific pressures seek Atlantic relief, South American impetus touches North American markets, and the West Indies just want to… Continue reading
I was a happy little red blood cell. Biding my time before entering the veins of Venezuela, I was promenading through the pulse of Panama, crossing arterial roadways to meander beside the lymphatic… Continue reading
Today is cold feet and hot cups of tea. Now sit down and be productive, damnit. Sunlight is tapping on my window, impatient for me to finish this healthcare website business, a bicycle… Continue reading
Rudy is a fan of dawn departures, so as the sun rose we were pointed towards Colombia, engines humming, relentless and calm. The crossing would take a day and a half, most of… Continue reading
The Cartagena heat melted all my words, which ran down in an inky slide into the off-gray mattress, perplexing the mosquitoes along the way, but here I sit in Bogota, the next chapter… Continue reading
I guess in love with it is a good way to start a day. Turns out breakfast on the Andiamo was whatever you could rummage up by yourself, and I wrapped the sublime… Continue reading
Our lancha (small motorboat) to the Andiamo was called “Fliper 3” which is a darn good stab at dolphin homage. As the rest of us gathered our things and paid for our Kuna… Continue reading
The boat I am no longer on is slowing its pitch and roll in my head, so I guess I can try this typing thing now…but I may need to take a break… Continue reading
The plans are still evolving as I go. To get from Panama to Colombia there are three options:1: Fly. Expensive, quick, normal experience.2: Take a passenger-type boat. They stop in the San Blas… Continue reading