Hey, mon…..no problem! Island life..

LOCATION: Housesitting in Panama City, Panama

WEATHER: Hot (90) and humid

We eked out the rest of our Hop On/Hop Off bus travel time, and took the circuit around the city. We stopped on the peninsula again, and this time caught a ferry to Taboga Island. It is a popular beach destination for local Panamanians.

On the 30-minute ferry ride to the island, we zig-zagged our way around the big cargo ships that were waiting in line for the Canal.

The island is pretty small, with just a few restaurants, one hotel and a beach with umbrellas and chairs for rent.

Panama’s culture, music and food are a combination of Latin America and Caribbean Island influences. We stopped to enjoy this rag-tag reggae band.

After a short stroll through the town, we found a seaside restaurant with a little breeze. We shared a red snapper whole fried fish.

We ate very slowly, as this place was about the only place on the island that was shaded from the very hot sun. We had 2 hours to kill before the ferry back to the city.

Then, a walk through the beach area. You can see the Panama City high rises in the background.

We sneaked on the Hop On/Hop Off bus once again to get home, even though our tickets were now expired. No one cared — hey, it’s Christmas Eve, mon!

DINNER: Chicken in spaghetti sauce. Peas.

The fireworks went off around midnight, scaring our poor little dog Mac.

One thought on “Hey, mon…..no problem! Island life..

  1. Jack Lenihan

    In 1969, the skyline of Panama City was a lot closer to the ground and, on Taboga, the only mechanized vehicle seemed to be the Police (Guardia Nacional) bicycle. Ferry left from Balboa in the old Canal Zone and was about 30 minutes to the dock near the Taboganda Hotel (I think that was the name). Great swimming and we could rent dugout canoes to splash about, watching the ships lining up for the canal transit.

    Downtown, the Pink House (president’s home) was across the square from the Hotel Central, and there was a tasty breakfast place across the street.

    Miraflores Locks was a 20 minute walk from by barracks and the Swing Bridge was just west of there – a bridge always swung open and closed since it was built too low to the water.

    I’m really enjoying your observations but I’ve been told to not regale you with bartender stories……so I won’t.

    Jack Lenihan

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