Yep, thats m´name. And it´s also the name of the city i´m currently staying in, the first major city over the CR-Panama border. Getting through immigration is a pain in las nalgas and I suppose I was looking confused - a small kid came and almost insisted that he helped me through the process (like several other people who had already offered my taxi rides to almost everywhere in Costa Rica, money-exchange deals, etc. I felt like I was in the Tokyo Stock Exchange). It really annoys me when this happens: he was clearly only doing it so that I would tip him something, and surely the process is fairly simple. Not so, amigo. After the event I realised it was absolutely necessary and I never would have made it on my own. I gladly tipped the cheeky rapscallion before he packed me onto a rather cheap bus.
My first impression of Panama was when, in a similarly spoonfed style, a kind lady walked me about 500m to a hostel recommendation. It seems she was doing it out of the kindness of her heart, as she refused any money as thanks. What a strange country.
