This is our fifth day in Panama, and in the tradition of travel writers and war correspondents, I’m a little bit drunk. Well, no, that’s inacurate, I’m tired, bone weary dead tired. Today was quite a day. Though, let’s not get ahead of ourselves. First, a big caveat, being on vacation I don’t want to spend too much time playing at being Hemingway or London or Melville. Which means I don’t want to spend precious moments at the keyboard and not at the beach or wherever. So please be indulgent with my grammar. I’ll reread myself once, tops, and then post. So yeah, all sorts of mistake and infelicities will abound. Also, I took a bunch of photos with my no sim iPhone 5,  but it seems to have died for good, so, for the second time this year, I have lost pics, I’m sure I’ll be able to retrieve them eventually, but for now, as I sit outside our rented house, listening to crashing waves and drinking a beer before going to sleep, it is of little help.

So without pictures here’s the short version. We flew with Copa Airlines, for the first time ever, direct Montreal to Panama City. Sweet. Surprisingly the food on the plane was pretty good, even more shocking, the utensils were made from actual metal! Woah. Insert Keanu face here, and believe it or not, nobody tried to take over the plane.  

After the 5,5 hours  of flight, we had another 6 hours of driving to reach Santa Catalina. This is were the demise of my iPhone rubs the wrong way, I have no pictures to back-up my claims. It’s too bad, there was some weird stuff in there.

This is what we woke up to the next morning (before heading for a croc, shark and monkey infested island 90 minutes off shore).

Not too shaby right?

Talk to you soon.