Tirelessly I stride ahead. To the very south of Central America. Panama City is the last station on my travel trough Central America. From here I will go to the heirs of Fidel Castro, to the land of cigars and rum. The two weeks in the Cuban microcosmos will probably be full of totally new experiences. The clocks are ticking differently in Cuba. But you have to wait a bit for a exact report. I do not want to repeat preconceptions and cliches, but make my own authentic Cuban experience.
Paradise Islands San-Blas
The almost 15 hours in the bus from San Jose to Panama City went by faster then expected (only at the boarder we had to wait quite a few time, because the counter opened at 7am while we arrived there shortly after 6am). 5 Central American minutes later we could continue the ride and I finally made it to Panama’s capital. But I shouldn’t stay that long over there. The next morning at 5am I got picked up to the San-Blas-Islands. From Panama City we drove through the jungle to the Pacific Coast. From there a boat took me to one of the 365 islands owned by the Kuna, the native inhabitants of San-Blas. My island was called Senidup. Maybe about 75m times 100m big. You sleep in cabins made of straw on the beach floor. The meal gets announced by the “shell sound” (the family head blows into the shell). Just marvelous! I almost felt like Robinson Crusoe on a lonely island. I optional laid at the beach or the hammock. Like paradise in front of this scenery and the turquoise crystal clear water.
Panama City – Casco Viejo
Two days relaxing on the small island were enough and I was glad to be back in civilization. The capital of Panama was the city surprised me the most. I came to Panama City without any expectations. But you see immediately it is an aspiring city. The most modern one I visit in Central America. The view at the skyline is pretty impressive. But it is also kind of a city of opposites. Many new and modern buildings alternate with old houses and ruins. It is also pretty expensive. Compared with the average income of approx. 2,75$ per hour, living over here is really expensive. Poverty and homelessness on the streets alternate with partly exhibiting wealth and big cars.
Super Saturday – Classico, Beer und Party
The Saturday begun promising. Right for the Bundesliga at 9:30am local time, I opened my first beer. That’s how it continued. Around noon the Classico was on – Real Madrid against Barcelona. The people over here are really crazy about Barca. Felt like every second guy wore a Catalonian jersey this day.
With my hostel entourage I went out to a club at night. It is always a good sign if there are almost only locals. But the prices were high over there as well: 10$ for the entrance, beer 4$, rum with coke 6$. The club itself was at a really nice place, but the party was kind of different. The music changed like every few seconds from house to rap to rock. Everything was commentated by a high-spirited guy who liked to use a hairspray can as a fire torch. They also showed a box fight on a huge screen in the backdrop.
By the way – the girls over here are dressed really promiscuously, to say it diplomatically. In Germany you would be called a bitch. But in this country it seems to be common that the girls only cover the essentials, no matter which clothing size they have. 😉
Let’s go to Havanna
Most likely I won’t have a internet connection for the next two weeks at Cuba. So I will be offline for the next 16 days! Well, we will hear from each other after December 8th, when I will fly from Havanna over Panama City to Lima. Fingers crossed, everything will be fine during my Cuban adventure!