Panama City would be our final stop in the southward chain of Central America. You may notice a geographical lapse in photos on this site, and that can be partly attributed to Panama City. Our process of sending film home via the Latin American Postal Service had been working wonderfully, so we had no reason to believe it would be any different this time. Well, our six rolls of film--used to capture Mayan glyphs in Honduras, volcanos and children in Nicaragua, and beaches, monkeys, coconuts, and Selvas (see Man's Best Friend) in Costa Rica--were sent home from Panama City, and were lost in the oh-so-secure hands of our friends south of the border. Se la vi. La vida es asi.
So we pick back up in Panama City, the most commerical place in all of Central America, due of course to the Panama Canal, and all the big business it brings to town. There are over 60 international banks here, more than that in beautiful women, and a Bennigan's to boot. Our stay lasted 3 weeks, as we were holding out to hear back from the port authorities at the canal to find out if there were any ships passing through in need of extra hands on deck, in exchange for passage to Ecuador. Our requests weren't answered, so one morning we bought a plane ticket to Quito, Ecuador, and 3 hours later we were on the plane.
There aren't many photos in this gallery, not because they were lost with the others, but because we simply didn't take many. So this is what you get.
-Brian
The fella on the right is our friend Jose from The Dominican Republic, who we met in our scuba class in Utila, Honduras. He had been just one step behind us all the way through Central America, and we were finally able to meet back up here in Panama City. This was taken at the starting gun of one of our nights on the town.
Pancho and Lefty represent the other side of the photo.
Blonde on Blonde...I mean red.
And no, I was not convicted.