white baby on the loose

exactly like it sounds. where is she going? i'll never know. at first she was alone in this doorway though, just sitting there. surveying.

maybe she gives boat tours.

last night we watched four or five episodes of csi/ncis. completely zoning out to bludgeoned bodies and gunshot wounds. so tired. we lay immobile in a comfortable bed and then we sleep. ten hours. it starts to pour, the tropical kind of pouring, in the middle of the night. the dry season in this part of the country isn't so dry.

we wake up to rain. no problem. breakfast in a tropical storm. not really, but really.

relaxing. a bus to bocas del drago. more laying. i read one of my favorite books in its entirety. lunch. three roaming wild, but friendly, dogs. overcast all day.

the bus back: 5p. not crowded like it was coming out. the driver takes the hairpin curves like he is on cocaine, or has to pee and can't wait. the bus took one hour to get out there when we came.

we were back in 35 minutes and all i could think of was losing my lunch.

somehow i contained myself.

dinner at "el ultimo refugio" - you can make the translation i trust - and it was delicious. the service is slow by even panamanian standards. but the mashed potatoes, aye.

back to the room. more csi. there is something about complete zone out that befits evenings while on vacation. i do not own a tv and would never watch it at home. isn't that the epitome of vacation?

see yesterday's backblip.