It's ten o'clock Sunday night, the music is blaring into our room from the festival out on the street, and we've just finalized our travel plan for tomorrow. It's amazing the difference technology can make for avoiding that, "oh no, what do you mean there are no rooms left in the city and we've missed the last ferry out" sort of occurance. Hopefully things will go smoothly; we've got two buses, a border-crossing another one or two buses and a ferry to get to ...

It's Friday night and I'm sitting in a little cafeteria in Panama City- waiting. I'm slowly easing back into the backpacker lifestyle. I forgot about these times when you're too exhausted to drag your butt out to a bar for a drink, but you've already given up your hotel room. And so you sit. On this particular occasion we're killing time before heading to the station to catch our midnight bus to David and on to Boquete, so I thought I'd take this opportunit...