The White Hat and Cigar

In our last day in Panama City Max and I explored every tourist site we had yet to visit. We began the day in Panama Viejo - where ruins lay of the ancient city previous to its sacking by pirates. Next, we walked the length of the mercado de artesanias to find souvenirs of quality to purchase, but were unsuccessful in finding anything appealing enough to stretch the budget. As noon approached, we fell hungry.

Finally, we found a local place to eat and were able to brush shoulders with working-class Panamanians while devouring a late breakfast. The roasted banana chips were packed with flavor and soul. We proceeded to order about 30 pieces.

We inquired in just about every cab for the gym of Roberto Duran. Informed that one does not exist, we had a cab driver slow next to a gym in the heart of Casco Antigua. Advised to refrain from getting out of the car, and even from taking pictures, we peered out of the window in awe of the Jesus Gomez gym, out of which a few former world champions have arisen. A brief viewing was sufficient as the glares from the locals said enough.

No trip to Panama would have been complete without the class white hat and cigar. Max and I toured the city adorned with the iconic fedora and ended the night throwing back a few Balboa cervezas with lit Cuban cigars hanging from the corner of our mouths.

Tonight we take a midnight bus to David - a day stop away from our final desination in Panama on the Carribean.