I feel a little foolish after my drunken rant last night. I may have forgot to mention that. I sat back down at our table with a handful of folk left and proceeded to discuss how upset and angry I was. Now it’s all very well and good when you’re sitting pretty on your high horse with a girl next to you, but when you’ve been shat on by a mate, then feel free to vent a little. This I did. With gusto. Of course when you wake up and the same people are still hanging around, it might get a little embarrassing.
My two friends Lotte and Veronika whisk me away from the car crash and into a mall. A mall for goodness sake. Yet it’s just what I need. I suddenly feel normal again. Traveling has it’s ups and downs, but sometimes you need something to ground you, to make you feel like you’re a human being. I was surprised how easy that was accomplished by wandering around an enormous shopping centre. I even managed to buy some travel hair straighteners, and stuff myself with a chocolate frappe smoothie thing. By the time I made it back to the hostel laden with bags, I feel that the balance has been restored. As you would expect, I push the self destruct button.
We’re looking for three extra people for the boat, and as luck would have it, they appear in the form of two Irish girls and a German guy. Naturally drinks are in order and we make our way to a local bar that plays some quality tunes, coupled with fire breathing shenanigans and a wee boogie into the early hours. Now it would be OK if that had been that, but as ever things spiral out of control and myself and the two Aussies find ourselves in the middle of nowhere, on the other side of town, at an after party with a load of Panamanians.
This could have been a total disaster, but it turns out to be a great night, finally interacting with the locals. Most speak English very well, and it was nice to (kind of) step off the gringo trail here. They are very hospitable and welcoming. It was just a shame when the sun started to peek in through the grilled windows.
Egg on face
I feel a little foolish after my drunken rant last night. I may have forgot to mention that. I sat back down at our table with a handful of folk left and proceeded to discuss how upset and angry I was. Now it’s all very well and good when you’re sitting pretty on your high horse with a girl next to you, but when you’ve been shat on by a mate, then feel free to vent a little. This I did. With gusto. Of course when you wake up and the same people are still hanging around, it might get a little embarrassing.
My two friends Lotte and Veronika whisk me away from the car crash and into a mall. A mall for goodness sake. Yet it’s just what I need. I suddenly feel normal again. Traveling has it’s ups and downs, but sometimes you need something to ground you, to make you feel like you’re a human being. I was surprised how easy that was accomplished by wandering around an enormous shopping centre. I even managed to buy some travel hair straighteners, and stuff myself with a chocolate frappe smoothie thing. By the time I made it back to the hostel laden with bags, I feel that the balance has been restored. As you would expect, I push the self destruct button.
We’re looking for three extra people for the boat, and as luck would have it, they appear in the form of two Irish girls and a German guy. Naturally drinks are in order and we make our way to a local bar that plays some quality tunes, coupled with fire breathing shenanigans and a wee boogie into the early hours. Now it would be OK if that had been that, but as ever things spiral out of control and myself and the two Aussies find ourselves in the middle of nowhere, on the other side of town, at an after party with a load of Panamanians.
This could have been a total disaster, but it turns out to be a great night, finally interacting with the locals. Most speak English very well, and it was nice to (kind of) step off the gringo trail here. They are very hospitable and welcoming. It was just a shame when the sun started to peek in through the grilled windows.