A Very Unpleasant Bus Ride and a Lesson Learned

I hadn’t made any plans when I left for Panama, but after less than 24 hours in Panama City I knew I had to escape. A climbing friend had mentioned a place in the mountains called Boquete and I found a bus that would take me there.

Ah, it feels good to get out of the city.

As soon as we left the city limits, I started feeling better. That is, until they turned on the entertainment. A Spanish-dubbed old Kung Fu movie blared at max volume, so loudly it hurt my ears and my head and it threatened to hurt my soul. I resorted to wearing my neck pillow as ear muffs and that helped slightly. From that moment on, I never, ever forget ear plugs on a trip. They’re on my standard packing list and I just don’t leave town without them.

This is what desperation looks like.

Rather unexpectedly, we were stopped for an inspection and searched with a drug dog… and I was the only person who was asked for identification and questioned. I realized then that I hadn’t seen a white person since I left Panama City. I think this was a routine stop, or would have been, if there hadn’t been a weird gringa travelling alone on the bus.

Ruh roh.

Filthy Bus Selfie and a Small Victory!

I have been traveling for a while now and unable to shower, but had to snap a selfie because I was so happy to be on a crappy Latin American bus again, blaring salsa and all smelly and decrepit. In this really weird way, it feels like home. Not my actual home, of course. But like home.

Panama City

Panama City. It was just a city, really. With an ocean. And a canal. And… that’s about it.

It Begins

My contract has ended and I have an employment gap. What’s a girl going to do?

So, 4 days ago, I decided to take a last-minute trip to anywhere south of Mexico and found an absurdly cheap ticket to Panama.

It’s my first time traveling to a country where I have no personal contacts, no school affiliation, no research grant, and no itinerary. Alone. ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ‘

I’ll check in when I can. Wish me luck!

Mirror selfie for good measure.

Gone Fishin’ … with Cormorants

Cormorants are heavier and more intelligent-seeming than you would expect, with neck feathers that are as soft as high-end cupcake frosting. When they look at you, your first thought might be “bird, bird please don’t peck out my eyeballs.” But your second thought might be that you could see how humans formed a relationship with these magnificent creatures.

Fisherman in Yangshuo have had a long history of fishing with cormorants. They tie a snare around the bird’s necks and send them off in the water. Small fish will pass into the bird’s stomachs but larger fish get caught by the snare. As the birds return to the boat, the fisherman force the birds to regurgitate the larger fish into fishing baskets to collect their haul. It seems like it would hurt, with all the spikey fish spines, but the birds appear to take it in stride and keep returning to their master.

Cormorant fishing used to be a successful industry in China, Japan, and Korea, but now that way of life is dying and it is mostly a show that is done for tourists. In order to arrange ours, we were told to follow a woman who didn’t speak any English through a series of dark alleys, down to the river in the pitch dark of night, where we waited until the fisherman appeared. At the end of the show, we were able to hold the birds and view them up close. Animal rights concerns aside, it was an experience we feel lucky to have had.

I know the video is dark, but try to spot the cormorants diving for fish in the lighted water.

Do the Touristy Thing

Most of the time, Josh and I focus on being travelers, not tourists. That being said, sometimes you just need to float in the dead sea, or take a selfie, or RIDE THE FRIGGEN CAMEL. Because you’re in the Middle East and you stick out like a bright white sore thumb anyway, you might as well: Just do it! Forget the traveler pride and do the touristy thing.

He’s my buuuuudddyyyyyy!
Squee! If only the photo wasn’t still blurry. Still. Squee!