On our second day in Panama, we left the bustling city behind, and headed over the Panama Canal and a lush, jagged landscape to reach the Playa of Farallon. It was a pit stop on our way to the Swiss inspired town of Boquette. Boquette is a rough, 6 hour drive from Panama City. And at an elevation of almost 4,000 feet, needless to say, it is more than a hop, skip and a jump from the beach. So, it was nice to soak up the Panama sun for a sultry afternoon and vibrant morning.
We stayed at a nice little oasis called Togo. The first thing that occurred after parking on the dusty dirt road in front of the hotel, was an errant car swerving around a tight corner and ultimately side swiping a car right in front of us. Good grief! And on our drive from Panama City, we had a couple other close calls with crazy ass drivers. We've driven in Central America for 9 years without incident. Panama, on the other hand, was nail biting.
So, it felt nice to relax.
We dined at Cosa Nostra that evening. A rustic beach pizza place a mile or so down the beach. We were starved, (it could be no other way) and since we speak almost 0 Spanish, sometimes, things get lost in translation. Like our pizza order. We were the first tourists in the joint, but eventually other people arrived. And then, finally, the first pizza arrived. Except, it breezed right by us and landed on the next table. Turns out, they never made us a pizza at all! I'm not sure what transpired during our order, but, we did get our rum drinks. Thank God. Well, after awhile they brought some leftover, cold pizza scraps to our table. A mish mash of dried up ends and rejects. They didn't speak English, so we weren't able to ascertain just why we were on their shit list. Did they expect us to eat some cold, day old scraps? When the next table was already dining on steaming hot pizza? We just about left. But, knowing Central America like we do, luckily, we stuck it out. Eventually, they brought us a delicious pizza. I guess the gnawed scraps were just to tide us over.
Cosa Nostra cat.
The next morning.
We had a wonderful breakfast at Togo. And a peaceful, relaxing walk. Then, we reluctantly got back in our car, and headed for the verdant mountains and Volcan Baru. More on that later.
But for now, be sure to head over to The Chorus of the Crows for some flying monkeys. And a few other characters...