Two options today, stay on the trans american and get to Panama City, or not.
Or not won and not by a short margin, it won by an obama.
The peinsula de azuro was just what we were looking for, and there it was, turn right after 3 miles.
Brilliant, astoundingly brilliant. The geography of the hillsides covered in tropical greenery, with distant mountains. Switch back roads following meandering streams that flowed wide under narrow bridges. Sun washed villages, smiling villagers and towns folk sitting around old colonial squares dominated by churches.
Banana plantations, tall feather topped grasses, chalk coloured cattle, spotting the pastures, dropped edge vistas, then sweeps down to the Golfo de Panama and the surfers on pristine beaches, unspoiled by rampant development and just a shack for cold drinks and fresh fish, beans and rice.
The roads had sufficient potholes to make standing up and hitting the gas a good option, but that only added to the adventure, as did overtaking a long queue of traffic by taking to the verge (Javier made me do it) only to emerge behind a truck of armed police, who frankly couldn’t have cared less.
I’ll post pictures later. Now I need a local beer to wash away the dust and to wipe this silly grin from my face.
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