Getting there and away:
After you have worked your way down south on the Pacific coast of Costa Rica it is possible to catch a bus from Uvita, Costa Rica to La Frontera (the border). After you get off the bus and enter the mayhem that is a border town make sure that you double back 100 yards to the blue emigration stand. It is here that you recieve an exit stamp in your passport. Failure to do so can result in a day lost in detention at the police station getting grilled and having your bags checked (or so we have heard). After you purchase your tourist stamp, tourist card and go through immigration on the Panamanian side of La Frontera, plan on leaving your capacity to make decisions for yourself behind. You will be hearded, yelled at, forced to change money even though you already have US dollars (which coincendentally are the national currency in Panama), and eventually put onto a bus headed towards David. You are a tourist, you are obviously going to ¨Bocas.¨
Once in David, a small city built solely around people coming to and fro, you will again be told that you are going to Bocas and will find yourself on a completely different bus, without even knowing you have moved, headed towards what you hope is your intended destination. After a crazy, winding, not for the faint of heart, drive in a packed minibus, spanning a total of 3 hours, you will arrive in the middle of nowhere. Don´t panic, once again, a taxi miraculously appears, knows where you are going, and whisks you away, leaving you, in what is now a familiar state, speachless. The final leg of the trip, to be done in complete and utter blackness, is a 45 minute ¨ferry ride¨ in what is actually a small fishing type boat. Coming from Costa Rica, the trip to Bocas is possible to do in a day, although you will arrive exhausted and barely have made the last taxi boat ride from the mainland to Isla Colon.
Places to Stay:
Hotel Cayo Zapatilla is on the main drag in Bocas. For a mere $10 dollars a night, $20 for a couple, one can stay in a musty, slightly damp, maybe cockroach infested, but all together decent private room with an en suite bathroom. Don´t look too closely at the floor in the shower.
Places to eat:
Street stalls! Smoothies, grilled chicken sandwiches, empanadas, hamburgers, you name it but that is about it.
The Pirate Restaurant, on the water, 2.50 margaritas and pina coladas until 7:00pm ¨happy hour¨, edible food.
Pluses:
A nice laid back, hippie, rasta, traveling port with plenty of other foreigners to make you feel right at home. A beach on the other side of the island, Bocas del Drago, will brighten your day with hundreds of starfish on the cusp of the shoreline. Friendly monkey dudes will also fulfill your lifelong dream of having a monkey in your lap!
Minuses:
The beaches that Bocas is famous for are not walking, or in most cases, driving distance. More expensive boat taxis are a must for getting to the picturesque places of guidebooks and travel posters. If you are a surfer or a surfer watcher, you will be disappointed should you travel here at the endo of August (there are no waves!).
Panama City Panama
Getting there and away:
Ah... back to David. Figure out where the direct bus to La Ciudad is, the woman in the ticket booth is very helpful, wait in the longest luggage line ever to put your pack underneath the bus and climb on. Bringing food is highly reccomended. The ride is about 8 hours. The
movies are pixeled, the creepy guy next to you will not stop staring, and the bathroom is little more than a hole in the floor.Once you get there, you will find a city that is full of suprises. There is a massive downtown area full of sky scraping casinos and expensive hotels, which makes you think there is a fair amount of wealth. After you have stayed a short while and explored the remainder of the city, you will find that there is more than meets the eye. The Casco Viejo, which is where early european settlers first built homes along the Caribbean Sea, is as precious in its three story compacted architecture as it is in its narrow brick laiden streets. Busses and taxis whizz by, all but eradicating the already miniscule sidewalks.
Places to stay:
Zulys BackPackers, home away from home in the heart of downtown Panama City´s ¨Bancaria¨ district (named as such for all the banks nearby!). Clean kitchen, comcast cable, a/c, free internet, lockers, all night access, and friendly staff ready to help you plan a trip to the San Blas islands.
Places to eat:
Restaurants are aplenty! The diner around the corner from Zuly´s will serve you good breakfast for a cheap price, but don´t be fooled by the ¨huevos, rancheros style¨. This is not the delicious treat you have been eating at home for years, and is rather a spiffy way of saying ¨eggs with salsa on top¨. Cooking in the hostel is a fun experience, but think twice when your girlfriend wants to cook rice ¨paella style¨ (unless she is spanish!).
The best restaurant in town is called Manolo Caracol. You will meet a spanish couple (to be explained in the following section), they will have a brother that moved to Panama from Colombia and formerly from Spain, and he will own this restaurant. The recommended option is to share a meal at the restaurant with this couple, as they will not know the answer to how expensive the food is (you get the feeling it is fairly high-end) because they ¨never pay¨. However, if you happen to only have their final night in town available before they return to Spain, they will probably be booked for the evening for a dinner with their family. Do not fret, the trip is still worth it even if you have to shell out the dough (and odds are you have amazing family friends back home that asked you to use the money they gave you to buy a nicce fancy meal somewhere you otherwise wouldn´t). All twelve courses of the meal are planned and prepared by the house. Shrimp, beef kebabs, thai-spanish rice, and ceviche to name a few. Go and eat there. Its worth it!
Pluses:
This crazy big, varied city has all the comforts of home, the colonial part of the city is awesome and people will ask you if it is like New Orleans. You will say that it is, even if you have never been there! The .25 a ride city busses are very familiar as they are just souped up versions of the big yellow ones you took as a kid. Disco lights, feather boas, graffiti and headlights that blink like eyes are all part of the charm. The Panama Canal is pretty neat too.
Minuses:
There are no beaches close by, it is hot, there is one known public pool in whch gringos are not allowed and the showers in the hostel are pretty suspect.
San Blas Islands, Panama
Getting there and away:
You will be roused from sleep at 4 am by the night manager of the hostal who wants to make sure that you have enough time to eat breakfast before your 4 X 4 (the Panamanian way of saying, Jeep Cherokee) arrives in 1 hours time. Nevermind that you already set your alarm for 4:45 am. You will cram into the Jeep with random other travelers, no one feeling much like talking, and make a treacherous 3 hour journey (the handles in the Jeep get plenty of use) towards the launching point for the Islands in Kuna (the native people) land. Along the way police will stop the Jeep, make everyone get out, take passports, not tell you what is going on, give you back the wrong passport (if you are a male with long hair, beware, your passport may be given to a small Jewish girl by mistake) before finally letting you go without explanation. You will cross a river, in the car, without a bridge, literally cross a freakin river, and finally arrive, bladder totally full, at a small white concrete building with random people milling around outside. After about 20 minutes of trying to figure out what is going on you will be hearded onto a multicolored wooden boat, with a driver who is grooving in his vintage, well loved, old school, Patrick Ewing jersey, and taken 45 minutes to an island in the middle of the ocean that appears to be smaller than a football field. You have arrived on Franklin´s Island (yes his name really is Franklin and it really is his island).
Places to stay:
At Franklin´s of course. You will be given a small thatched hut, 5 feet from the water´s edge, with nothing but a nice bed and the sandy floor of the island for furniture.
Places to eat:
Also at Franklin´s. 3 meals a day, all lukewarm, containing a small portion of sometimes unidentifiable meat, some sort of wilted lettuce, boiled potato and of course rice. On off days a big bowl of sauceless spaghetti arrives in front of you, just pray it´s chicken on top and not canned tuna. On the flip side, halfway through your stay, you might be fourtunate enough to make friends with a boisterous Spanish couple who are thrilled that you speak Spanish. They will know Franklin, have a brother that does fishing buisness with the locals and will get VIP (ie. Lobster, conch, huge shrimp) food treatment which they will graciously share with you!
Pluses:
The most amazingly beautiful serene and laid back environment ever. Hammocks, swimming, snorkeling, beach volleyball, rum, coconuts, beer, the day is full of endless time to do nothing at all! Also... If you get lucky a local Kuna woman will have reached her ¨female transition¨and there will be a huge festival on a close by island where you can view all the locals getting down and dirty with their bootleg everclear, dancing in the streets and 4 days of sleepless insanity.
Minuses:
The shower only works when the water tanks on top have been filled, get used to being slightly salty and sticky.
Aside:
Franklin´s Island has been fondly nicknamed little Israel due to the overwhelming majority of Israeli travelers who constantly cycle through-the signs on the island are in English and Hebrew, not Spanish. They are primarily a great bunch (avoid political discussions), always down for a game of Yanniv (cards) or some volleyball.