Regina, Saskatchewan

July 22, 2008

I went way out of my way to get to the Dieppe Memorial in Regina.  I drove and drove, winding thru a neighborhood.  Per the map – and it’s just a dot, with no address, it is on a river.  In my mind, I was anticipating this really cool memorial where the soldiers are getting out of their boats and running ashore or something…that they could have done, since it’s near the river.  But alas, no.  It’s in a neighborhood, next to the Dieppe Grade School.  And it is just a cement block with some words, and the flags.  What a disappointment. [I suppose they also didn’t want to somehow showcase their “retreat” by having more there.]

I drove around downtown.  It is a dumpy downtown…nothing of interest to me.  I wanted to see the Legislative Building, but couldn’t see/find it downtown.  And it’s not on my map.  I asked a local, and she gave me directions and said it is wayyyy across the bridge.  I was gearing up for the long haul.  Come to find out…it is less than ½ mile away.  But there are NO signs…nothing.  No signs saying turn here, no signs saying what it is.  I saw a building, and thought it is either the Legislative Building or it is an art museum.  Later, I found out that Walter Scott [first premier of Saskatchewan] had the building designed to be similar to the Lovre in Paris.  So…thinking it was an art museum was not so far off!

I parked and went into the building to look around.  You walk in, and there is a kindly older gentlemen sitting there.  Just him.  No security guard, no security screening device, no nothing…just him sitting there.  He said that I can’t just walk around, BUT there is a tour every 30 minutes.  I had 20 minutes to wait.

I decided to scam the system and asked him if I could go to their café.  Sure.  He asked my name, and wrote it down in a log book and gave me a visitor’s badge.  That’s it.

Went to the café…annnddddd…I’m back to eating poutine!  Poutine = French fries + gravy + cheese curds.  Gotta love it!

Went back to take the tour.  They give them in French and English.  The gentleman told me that there is a couple waiting for each tour, and the guides s/b out any moment.  I walked up to one of the men waiting, and said “English?”
He responded “Why, yes I am” with a British accent.  He’s probably thinking…how in the world did she know?  Ha.

During the tour I became a 14 yr old boy:
In my mind, when I think of Regina, I pronounce the “I” as eee.  However, the locals pronounce the “I” as eye.  Every time the guide said Regina, I lost concentration to what she was saying and thought back to that Seinfeld episode, where Seinfeld has forgotten the name of his gfriend, but knows that it rhymes with a female body part.  I giggled to myself. 

They call the native people Aboriginals.  Lots of them living in Regina.

Per the guide, most of Saskatchewan is river/lakes and trees. Only the south is prairie and flat.

They have a public library inside.  Anyone can come in and use it.  Can you imagine the White House having a library that anyone can come in and use?

In the legislative chamber, the gov’t party sits on one side, and the opposition party on the other – facing each other.  In the gallery above, people sit so they can see their “side”.  Thus, above the gov’t party sits the opposition party’s people.

The Legislative Building sits near the river.  There is a trail by the river, and lots of flowers and ducks. It seems that a lot of people use the trail, but no one/vessel was in the water.

After the tour, I took off for the 7.25 hour drive to Calgary.

Little did I know that yesterday was the prettier part of the drive to Calgary.  Unsure what the definition of prairie is, but this is probably it.  Reminded me of west Texas.  Towns were smaller [1 or 2 buildings] and further apart.  Most little towns didn’t have a gas station.  It was a really boring drive.  So boring…that I started listening to my learn to speak French cds, which I rarely put in…cuz I’m looking around me taking things in.

When I looked at the route a few weeks ago, it did look like there was nothing between Winnipeg, Regina and Calgary.  But I just assumed that I was an ignorant American and just don’t know better.  There isn’t.  I would NOT recommend this route to anyone. 

There are lots of trains going by – both yesterday and today.

No mile markers.

Before a little town, there are what looks like homemade signs advertising places…and they are ?? probably 3’ high and 5’ long, and close to the ground [not high up].

Remember when a highway went thru a town?   Or I should say, the town grew/expanded around the highway.  Then in the states they built the interstate and bypassed the towns.  You drive on the interstate and think…oh…there’s a town somewhere over there, I wonder what it looks like?  That is why I like to drive the old highways and not the interstates…so I can see the towns.

Here [at least the Trans Canadian Highway 1] they still go thru the towns.  I like that.  There is a sign stating “Important Intersection” and a speed limit change…so you can pull off/on.

It was 95’ at 6 pm with no clouds in the sky today!!  This must be some sort of a record.

Immediately once I entered into Alberta, the landscape changed – baby mountains/hills, short grass and sand.  But this didn’t last too long, and I was back at boring.

Near Medicine Hat were some really pretty scenery but that came and went…and I was back to flat.

There are oil and gas equipment/facilities [pump jacks] everywhere.  There are cows/farmland/pump jacks.  And did I mention flat?

About 1 hour from Calgary the baby mountains/lumpy hills/pretty green pasture land started up.   Pump jacks still all around.

20 km [12 miles] from Calgary there is zero sign that a city is anywhere nearby – just farmland.

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Crossing the Canadian Border [again] and Winnipeg, Manitoba

July 21, 2008


I had problems at the border again.


If I thought the US border patrol went thru my stuff, well, that was nothing compared to the Canadian patrol.  These 2 women went thru everything.  And I mean EVERYTHING. They opened up every bottle, unfolded/unrolled each piece of clothing, unrolled my yoga mat, sleeping bag, undid the lining of my suitcase, went thru every book…literally went thru everything, every nook and cranny my car has.


* They didn’t look under the car, under the hood or in the gas cap area.  Note to self: hide things here.


* They didn’t look in my purse.  They asked me how much money I had, and they believed me.


* I have a baggie with Calcium pills, aspirin and baby aspirin [which we all are supposed to take once a day].  To save room I took them out of their original bottle and put into the baggie.  I originally had them in one of those really small baggies, but that blew out, so I put everything…little baggie and all, into a slightly bigger, quart size baggie.  This got their attention.  ESPECIALLY since I had the smaller baggie inside the bigger baggie.  She couldn’t understand that.  I really wanted to tell her that I don’t have OCD, and don’t even notice, nor am bothered that the little baggie is in there.  They let me keep this.


* REALLY interested that I have 20 – 25 in euros in my money belt.  Which I have in case I decide to travel to Europe.


* There was always a lot of quiet discussion amongst the 2, but what really seemed to be of interest is:  I have a little purse-like thing that I keep my Baltimore condo keys in.  Inside there is a little yellow envelope that has “337 – to be picked up” written on it, and a key inside.  What is this???  Well, if you look at my address, it will state that I have a condo – number 337.  This is the key to the A/C room, which was left at the front desk for me to pick up.  For some reason, they couldn’t understand why I kept the key in the envelope…and telling them I don’t want to mix it up with the other keys apparently didn’t make sense to them.


* There is an armrest in the backseat that comes down between the 2 seats. One can also access my trunk thru a door behind the armrest, which I keep locked [there is NO way to access my trunk if someone should break into my car].  The really “fun” part of all of this was watching them try to open the door.  I could tell there was suddenly a certain excitement and energy with them and they both hovered near the door and tried to open it with the key – apparently it’s hard to open.  And the more it was hard, the more…and I’m serious here…they were almost wringing their hands with excitement…I suppose in hopes of finding what I’m hiding.  I of course was secretly laughing at them.  Ha ha ha.


* learned that I need to lie – NOT to say that my trip is open ended and I’m passing on thru exploring CN on my way to Vancouver.


The only thing they took was my mace, which I freely gave up in our initial discussion with them…before I was pulled over.


Then I was on my way to Winnipeg.


Hated Winnipeg.  Reminds me of Indianapolis.  Winnipeg is the capital of Manitoba, and was founded at the intersection of 2 rivers.  As I was driving there, I was wondering how long I would want to stay and cycle around the river.  How long…as in…1, 2 or 3 days.  Well, I lasted an hour.


Driving into the city, it’s very industrial.  Lots of places that make/sell sausage and pork products.  Once in the city, well, it’s just nasty.  Lots of people just hanging out. 


There were lots of cars and people, even though it’s Sunday.  I headed towards the water, thinking, like Duluth, I would enjoy being down there, but I couldn’t seem to find the water. I kept being diverted [the streets] and would end up at a big ugly industrial building.  There wasn’t a restaurant/café that even looked “cute” that I would stop for lunch – and I was hungry.


I had booked ahead and got a room at an historic B&B.  So, I drove there and asked to be released from my reservation.  She wasn’t too happy with me…and slammed the door on me.  I thought I should have gotten “something” for at least doing it in person, instead of calling.  But…oh well.


I was off west.


The next “big” city, Regina, is 6 hours away.  This is the capital of Saskatchewan.


The little towns along the way have between a couple hundred to a couple thousands residents.  I stopped in a few, but they were all the same.


The countryside is flat farmland.  Pretty, but 6 hours was long.  I wasn’t being tortured driving, so I thought I would just keep going until I was.  I made it all the way to Regina.  From the little I saw last nite, seems like this is a dumpy town too.  There is a Dieppe Memorial that I will check out, and the downtown area, then head to Calgary…which is a 7.5 drive.


Unsure if I’ll make it all that way.


I have a lot of ground to cover, so I need to just suck it up and sit there and drive.


I contacted my Canada Man friend – the Smoke Jumper I met a couple years ago on the ferry to Ottawa.  He gave me lots of suggestions from Calgary to Vancouver.

So far, I have found that it’s been expensive.  The little I have eaten costs about twice as much as I think it should.  I didn’t camp last nite, but I’m thinking that I will need to figure that out…how to camp in the cold.  The hotels here are, to me, expensive…and from what I’ve been told, it is only going to get more expensive as I head towards Calgary, Banff, Lake Louise.


The dollar conversion rate:  1 US = 1.007 CN.


I was driving last nite and the sun sets around 10 pm.  Impressive.  Then I realized I should look at my cell phone…and yep…time change.


At least in Saskatchewan, they believe in full employment – gas stations are full service.  Do I want my oil checked and my windshield washed?


I have driven thru 2 odometer check areas.  They have signs along the highway at every km for 10 km.  Went thru 2 of these…unsure why this is needed.


Saw a sign for “saskatoons for sale”.  I still need to google to find out what those are.  Later I saw a “U pick saskatoons” sign, so that helps narrow it down.


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Indianapolis, Indiana

July 2, 2008


I am at a rest stop about an hour north of Indianapolis.  In the shade with a nice breeze.

Just when I thought I was getting “soft” on what I thought of towns…

I drove into Indianapolis.

Oh my.

I lasted an hour there.

Took the downtown exit and am greeted with the ugliest underpass one can imagine…dirty, trash everywhere and street people. 

However, the very next view is this 284’ Monument to Soldiers and Sailors that is further down the street.  Situated very impressively.

There is a roundabout around the monument, and water falls.  Really beautiful, except all the street people hanging out around it.

I read that street parking would be tough to find, but I found a spot where there were actually 2 spots available [so one long spot].  However, there was tattoo’d up young man who was standing in one of the spots and really didn’t want to move.  He had his phone open and just holding onto it.  He wasn’t using it, wasn’t looking at me, wasn’t doing anything, except standing in the spot.  I parked my car maneuvering around him, and he still didn’t move.  I decided that I am the one who needs to move.

Indiana is the only state that I have been to that does NOT have a visitor center soon after you cross its border [when driving on an interstate].  Indianapolis apparently does NOT have a visitor center either.  I did find a number in my travel book, but the person answering must be in need of a holiday.

So…that was nearly that.

I did get out and check out the state capitol [impressive – and it has windows that you can look into the house and senate, which I’m not sure if I’ve seen anywhere else before].  I also walked around the monument.

I went into this old restored church, with beautiful stained glass windows – Christ Church Cathedral, and there was a man playing the organ!  Nice.

Also – the street smelled like urine…and I was walking down a major downtown street…not some side alley.

Per my book, Purdue is here.  I called them up to ask for directions. The woman was really nice, but forewarned me that the campus isn’t very pretty.  She’s right.

I decided to get back on the road and make some headway towards Naperville.  I see that Lafayette is on the way.  Hmmm…isn’t that the home of Purdue?  Per my AAA book, it’s not. But per people at the rest stop, it is.

So, I’m thinking what is in Indianapolis is the medical center branch, and the home campus is in Lafayette.

It looks like it’s going to blow up a storm, so I’m off.


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Port Arthur, Texas

May 30, 2008


I am leaving Houston and will be making my way to Baltimore.  I plan on exploring Louisiana and Mississippi on the way.  My only constraint is that I need to be in Baltimore by June 11th, so I can fly out of BWI on June 12th to go to my niece’s wedding celebration.


I started off later than expected yesterday, and planned on spending the nite in Port Arthur, home of Janis Joplin.  With apologies to anyone with family and friends in Port Arthur, but ahhh, I couldn’t get out of there fast enough.  You know how there is a section of town that you don’t want to stop in?  Well, the whole town seemed like that.  


Pretty much, the downtown area is abandoned, except for gov’t buildings, which seemed new or newly refurbished.  It was 5.30 and not a car in sight. I could have stopped in the middle of the street and left my car to look around.


They have received money somehow since there seems to be a new performing arts center, a new multi purpose building, and as I mentioned above, the gov’t/city buildings look new.


I needed directions and decided on a certain gas station to ask.  Inside there was an older woman, younger woman and an older man scratching off Lotto tickets.  I asked how to get to 82 and there was a conference amongst them and the younger woman started rattling off directions a mile a minute…talking so fast and with an accent, I couldn’t understand a word she said except Valero this and Valero that.  And then there was more discussion between them cuz they decided that I would get lost that way.  I did manage to understand and they actually got me where I needed to go.  I am going along hiway 82 which hugs the coast/Gulf of Mexico.


Port Arthur goes on my worst cities list, right next to Manchester, NH.


So….being in the oil and gas business, especially production offshore [Gulf of Mexico], I have heard for years of various places where the gas/oil hit the beach.  So, I drove along this 2 lane road near the coast and went by places like Johnson’s Bayou, Sabine Pass, Holly Beach… and saw all these plants, compressor stations…that I have heard of for years.  I had a nerdy blast!


It seemed the only people on this road was myself and guys in big white trucks [going to/from work].  There are just 2 lanes coming up out of the bayou/water.  There is NOTHING along this highway.  Nothing, besides oil/gas infrastructure.  No gas stations, no bait and tackle, no 7/11’s, no grocery stores…nothing.  Now and again there would be housing, which means it was either trailers/trailer park or these really expensive, huge houses built up on 15’+ stilts.  Johnson’s Bayou had a school, and a health clinic.  That’s it.  Nothing was at Holly Beach.  I was so glad that I stopped to get gas before Port Arthur, cuz without a doubt, I would have run out of gas.  I drove for 2 hours in this area, which they call Cameron.  I would have kept thinking there has got to be a gas station sooner or later.  Yes…in Lake Charles!  I didn’t see anyone on any of the beaches, no one anywhere [except the white trucks].  Pretty much deserted.


The area smelled like how a new shower curtain smells.


In the middle of all these plants/refineries….is a pelican sanctuary.


At times I thought it was raining, but it was really just bugs splatting on my windshield.  


I saw a sign that mentioned “ferry”, I turned the bend…and the road stops.  So, the ferry took me over to Cameron.  The ferry lady told me…duh…that hurricane Rita took out everything.  That is why there are no stores/businesses.  She said it was pretty dumpy before Rita, so it was nice that Rita came and wiped everything out, but now they are rebuilding with expensive homes…which is quite the opposite of what was there before…so the whole feel of the place is slowly changing.


I then headed to Lake Charles to spend the nite. It was much later than I had planned…I checked into a hotel and it was 9.30 and I hadn’t eaten dinner yet.

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Panama City, Panama – Day 5

December 8, 2006

I’m writing just to let everyone know that I’m still on for leaving Panama City 
tomorrow morning.  

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Panama City, Panama – Day 4

December 7, 2006

I’m tired so this will be short.
I had a blast tonite.  The folk dancing show was really, really fun.  And my new 
UK/soon to be Spain friends [Janet and Eric] are a lot of fun and very entertaining 
[mostly I’m sure due to their accent].  We closed the place down. 
Today I hiked in the jungle.  The cabbie was going to drop me off in the middle of 
the park where there is just a hut.  NOTHING and no one else around.  I made him 
come in with me to make sure I wouldn’t be stranded, and there was a woman working 
and said this was the trailhead.  There are 5 trails, most interconnect with each 
other.  I did 3, which lasted about 3 hours.  I hiked to the top of the mountain, 
which is the 2nd highest place in Panama City.  The views were really pretty.  
Panama City looks really pretty from a distance.  The jungle had beautiful 
butterflies, funky insects, lots of birds, huge, huge beautiful trees, I saw [I 
think] sloths up in the trees, various small critters, and something that looked 
like a deer [I saw his back end as he ran from me].  I didn’t see another person.
The woman at the hut explained the trails, and asked what I wanted to hike.  She 
then personally walked me to the trailhead.  I was ending at a place that had a 
building on the map, and she said that is where I would get a cab back into town.  
I get to the end, and next to a road is a 3’ x 3’ building.  Empty.  I then saw a 
young man having lunch and reading.  I asked him how I get a cab, and I realized 
that I need to just stand at the road and wait for a cab to come by and pick me up.  
Great.  Wonder how long this will take? 
Come to find out...10 seconds.  A cab stopped.  He already had someone in there, but 
he picked me up.  We [of course] were in a traffic jam and someone got out of a car, 
spoke to the cabbie, and then got in.  So, he had a full load.  He stopped to buy 
gas, but only bought $3 worth.  Not worth the stop, if you ask me...but he must have 
some sort of system he uses.  
I ended up being the last one out, and the whole time it was just us, he kept telling 
me how beautiful I was.  Picture this... me hiking 3 hours in 90’ heat, in the humid, 
no air is flowing jungle, with hat and in full clothes.  Even that sight doesn’t 
discourage the men here.   Sheesh.

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Panama City, Panama – Day 3

December 6, 2006

Today went well.  I met up with Eduardo after bfast and he was as nice and pleasant 
as can be.  I couldn’t ask for anything more...except that he know some more English.  
He knew as much English as I knew Spanish.  Which meant a LOT of gesturing.  I 
gesture quietly, but since he’s a guy...he added all the appropriate sounds.  He 
taught me a bunch of Spanish words, I taught him “traffic jam”.  He REALLY liked 
that word. 
I paid Eduardo upfront...just in case we got mugged – the mugger would be taking 
his money, NOT mine.
When one person rides in a cab here, they sit in the jump seat/passenger seat, and 
not in back.  When we got in his cab, the first thing he did was turn the radio on, 
and seemed relieved that the battery worked.  Then he started it up.  He also has a 
small TV, which sits on the dash below/under the rear view mirror...and kept saying 
“black and white”.  He gets stations from Miami.
When we were near the Panama Canal, suddenly there were all these nice houses with 
fences and burglar bars. He said this is where the Americans lived.  Then he pointed 
out the American school, and other buildings the Americans used or lived in.  
The Panama Canal and locks are as impressive as one would think.  The surrounding 
landscape is very green and very pretty.
When we went to the Casco Viejo area so I could take some photos, there were several 
places where we just parked the car, walked a block or a half so I could take a photo 
and then we went to the next place.  He walked in the middle of the street every 
chance he could - no sidewalks for him.  
Get this...he said my purse is safer under my passenger seat in his parked cab than 
on my body.  His parked cab is unlocked with the windows down!  So, we are in this 
unbelievably seedy area, with A LOT of men just hanging around, and I’m leaving my 
purse IN THE CAR, completely unlocked and windows down, but under the seat.  
Granted, I had $2 in my purse and there wasn’t anything of value 
to steal, but I am still trying to comprehend the fact that it was safer in his car 
than on my body!
The only other interesting tidbit of note is that when we were driving to the “ruins” 
of the first settlement here [opposite direction – furthest away from and still be 
in Panama City - of Casco Viejo], we went thru an area called San Francisco.  LOTS 
of high rises being built with a view of the water.  LOTS.  There are hardly any 
billboards in Panama City, but there were several in this area [if there is a 
billboard, it is usually on the side of the overpass as you drive by/under] ... 
all in English and the models were all Anglo.  So, this must be where the Americans 
are going to live.  Between the hi-rises under construction is Shantytown.  Extreme 
luxury looking out over extreme poverty.
I had dinner with the couple next door.  Tomorrow is when we go to the folk/native 
dancing show [no show tonite].  They are retiring to Spain in January.  I think 
they thought I was “mad” when I got all excited and asked them if they knew “Tony 
[the cabbie] from 49 UP”.  49 UP was released in the states in November, and Tony’s 
family bought a place in Spain and are retiring there too!!!”  So, now I have 2 data 
points and can say with confidence...that people in the UK are retiring to Spain!  
Ha ha ha.
If you are unfamiliar with the UP series of out right now and rent 49 
UP, 42 UP...  Netflix has them all [except 28 UP].  If you want more info 
me.  If you want to discuss after viewing...I would LOVE it.
I’m tired.  Tomorrow I plan on hiking in the jungle – the park in the city.  I truly 
have no idea what to expect with this!

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Panama City, Panama – Day 2

December 5, 2006

When I started today, I was going to have bfast and then I was going to hike in 
the National Park in the city, which is a jungle.  A guy I met on the plane told 
me his 2 favorite bfast places.  So, heeding the advice of locals, I got a cab to 
go about a half a mile to the bfast place...but it was closed/out of business.  
So, I went to the second place, which is the oldest café in PC [I was the only 
woman in the place].  There were all “kinds” of people with varying shades of 
dark skin in the place, all intermixed and talking together.  I had read this 
about panama, so it was nice to see various races/ethnics getting along well 
This is in the area called Casco Viejo.  The oldest part of Panama City is Panama 
Viejo, and what is there is literally “ruins”.  Casco Viejo is where they settled 
again a century later and that is what grew to be Panama City.   This is where 
the presidential palace is and this is where I wanted to explore yesterday but was 
told not to.
So, I took a cab over this morning for bfast and thought I would people watch in 
the café, and watch the people outside, and then go hiking.  
After I finished bfast, a hippy-ish woman [around 50] and a young couple [early 
20’s] came in and sat at the next table.  At first I thought she was a guide, cuz 
she spoke English [first time I’ve heard it here] and she immediately was telling 
them about the café, and then she pointed outside and was telling them how 
dangerous it was to walk around.
Later I realized they some how know each other.  As they were leaving, I asked her 
what she thought about me walking alone.
* Never walk around is too dangerous 
* If you must walk, always be aware of who is around you and who is following you.  
  Try to walk in the middle of the street, if you can [which is impossible in this 
  chaotic car/cabbie city].  Keep crossing the street, make 90’ turns, go in and 
  out of churches and shops, and keep zig zagging so that you are not followed.  
  She said most muggers are needing $ for a drug fix. Their typical MO is to follow 
  you and then mug you.  The other MO is that they work in teams...the old spill 
  something on you, ask you something, or newspaper rouse [of which I know them 
  all], don’t fall for it.  I did take some comfort in that...since my main 
  concern is a guy coming from out of nowhere and mugging me.  I can handle the 
  “team diversion” [which is very popular in Europe], and if someone is following 
* NEVER walk after it’s dark.  Anywhere.  Take a cab even if it’s 2 blocks.
They were on their way over to the presidential palace area, and invited me to 
join them.   Which I did.  They were fun and pleasant.  She’s lived here for about 
one year.  The young man is her son.
I hung out with them for hours [as we zig zagged and watched who was following us] 
and we explored all over Casco Viejo.  I sure wish I had my camera.  
It was rare to see a building that didn’t need to be demolished.  There were either 
shells of buildings, or the bottom floor was a store/shop and the top was a shell.  
And the bottom floor was not pleasant at all.  It looked like how one would imagine 
Germany or France looked like after WWII.  The city has a longgg way to go.  And 
you should see the wad of electrical wires hanging outside of the buildings.  I’ll 
get a photo of that.  Even my next door neighbor commented on the electrical wires.
The hippy lady said that when the Americans were here, they stayed in a compound-
like area...most of the Americans...and shopped at their stores, went to their 
schools... so when the US gave the canal back to Panama, the Americans just up and 
left from that area.  They did not assimilate.  That is why you don’t see any 
Americans or hear English.  
She said she’s been coming here for years [she lived in Costa Rica for a decade] 
and this is sooo much nicer than it was just a few years ago.  When I told her 
that I had read that there were supposed to be a lot of people who speak English, 
she just laughed at me. She’s Canadian.
She said that I would probably be relatively ok if I had a cabbie that would take 
me around and I could take photos.  Mostly becuz I would be taking a photo, getting 
in the cab and tough to be followed and mugged.  She said black cabbies 
usually spoke English.  
Before dinner I rode down the elevator with the couple next door, and then on my 
way back up, they were on the same elevator.  They are probably early 50’s and are 
from the UK.  I know I haven’t put into words my feel/vibe of Panama City [besides 
safety and no English], so it’s tough to write about me meeting them without you 
knowing all... but I will anyways [more later in this email or next...depending 
upon how long this ends up being].  They arrived in mid September and will be here 
until January.  They HATE IT HERE.  Hate it.  It’s rainy, thus muddy and cementy 
[lots of construction], which are messing up their pants and shoes, there are horns 
honking 24/7, traffic jams, “cabbies gone wild”, lots of accidents [including one 
of their cabbies which they were in], and the state of the cabs, the state of the 
buses, can’t walk around, nothing to “see” – either poverty, construction sites or 
what looks to be post WWII Berlin or France...  
I am not sure why they don’t leave, but they are sticking around for a few more 
I asked her what she does all day long, and in a very proper British accent said 
“Well, I go to the Intercontinental [fancy hotel across the street] each day and 
work out for 3 hours [as she tugged on the waist of her pants].  I lost so much 
weight I need to buy new trousers!”  He answered: “I play on the internet all day.” 
To which I broke up in hysterics!  One...cuz I am not alone in my assessment of this 
place, and two, can you imagine them being here for months, literally cooped up in 
their apartment and don’t feel as though they can leave?
He mentioned that they read that Trump is building a condo tower here.  And they 
too had heard all these Americans are moving they thought they would come 
and check it out.  He got out the magazine that wrote about the Trump tower – very 
nice architecture – looks like a sailboat.  The type of place is called something 
like “city living”.  I asked if they knew what that meant and they laughed and 
said it must be that EVERYTHING you need is in that tower, so you have no reason 
or need to ever leave...cuz you wouldn’t want to.
They were really relieved to meet me, since they thought it was just them that had 
the same vibe of this place.  We are planning on going to listen to some folk music 
either tomorrow or Thursday nite together.  They seem like a fun couple [under 
better circumstances].
At dinner I continued on my search of the best tres leches [a white cake with 3 
types of creams/milks poured over it], which is a dessert.  My waitress spoke a 
little English.  I asked her if she knew a cabbie that spoke English.  No.  
However, there is another waitress whose husband drives a cab.  He doesn’t speak 
any English, but if I point to places on the map, he would take me around.  So, 
I have hired him and will be out exploring and taking photos tomorrow morning.  
I’m sending out positive vibes and anticipate I will come home with my $ and my 
Tonight I went to see a flamenco dance.  I doubt this is native to Panama, but 
thought it would be fun/interesting to do on a Tuesday nite.  They prefer that you 
have dinner there, but you know me and, I came after the “dinner time”.
It was fun, but it sure doesn’t seem like the dancers are enjoying themselves.  
There was a big group of guys [10 – 12, and my take was that they were more 
business colleagues than buddies] who came in right after it started, so I didn’t 
hear them speak, but looking at them, they seemed American or from the UK, and 
seemed to have imbibed in one too many drinks before they arrived.  They started 
drinking aplenty once they sat down.
The crowd was pretty dull, and then suddenly out of a half sleep, the bloated guy at 
the end of that table [group mentioned above] started clapping with 
know...that flamenco clapping that they do [along with the man on stage].  The price 
of admission alone was worth seeing his colleagues’ heads spin around, eyes wide 
open, in what looked like disbelief at him clapping along.  Ha! But as we 
just takes one person, and slowly another person started clapping, and another... 
and soon the crowd wasn’t dull anymore.
Late yesterday I had the apt people give me the key/handle so that I can open up the 
windows and have fresh air in my apt, not fake air.  I think the reason this isn’t 
automatically in the apt is cuz you can open up huge windows and there is nothing 
there to keep you from falling out.  Most of the apts here seem to have a ledge 
outside the window [not too many balconies here], which has an AC, and also space 
for plants or something. Not big enough for a chair.  However, it is literally a 
flat ledge – no edge or railing to keep you or anything from falling over.
So, I opened up all my windows – I’m on the 15th floor, and there are these fantastic 
breezes – cool, not humid and just gusting.  In my bed, I truly feel as though I am 
on the deck of a sailboat cuz it is that nice, cool breeze just whipping around.  I 
simply can’t imagine why everyone doesn’t just open up their windows and enjoy.  
Well...besides all the NOISE.  NYC has nothing on this place.  VERY loud...but that 
is what ear plugs are for.
What’s with all the car horns honking?  Cabbies will honk their horn at you if you 
are walking on the sidewalk, I suppose trying to find out if you need a ride or not.  
Cabbies/regular cars will honk their horn at you if you are walking on the sidewalk, 
I suppose so that you know they are there in case you suddenly decide to run into 
the street to get hit!  All cars will honk their horn at an intersection to let 
others know that they are entering the intersection... so don’t hit them!
OH...I changed up my flight and will be coming back on Saturday.  


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Panama City, Panama – Day 1

December 4, 2006

I sure didn't think I would be writing this...but I really do NOT like Panama City. 

This morning I went to the office of the place that rents the apartments.  There

were 4 women in their 20's who work there.  I was asking my typical 20 Tourist 
Questions.  I said I wanted to walk over to the old part of Panama City ...and 
what they thought of that.  I had read mixed messages online re the walk.  The 
women responded with:  “OH NO!!  It’s December".  So, should I cab it...and then 
walk around?  "OH NO!  it's December".  
Come to find out...December is dangerous because of ... Christmas.  Apparently 
their bad guys don't have money for Christmas, so they mug people all over Panama 
City.  Especially the areas one would want to explore.  Any other time of year, it 
would be relatively ok to walk around ...but NOT December.
And coming from the office that is renting out apartments in town to 
tourists [no sugar coating things for them!].
I told them I could easily dress down.  Nope, they don't care...they mug everyone.
I mentioned something about looking like I don't live here...and thus a target. 
Again, nope...they don't care..."they mug everyone".
What about hiring a "beard"...a big local guy to hang around with me while I 
explore.  Nope...then they will mug both of you.  
You are only "safe" if you are in a group.  They recommended that I join a tour 
[Spanish speaking] so that I can just hang with others while I walk around.  
HOWEVER, if I take any photos, I need to hurry up and get in a cab when the tour 
is over... so a mugger doesn’t steal my camera.
According to the ladies of the office, the only "safe" places are the area around 
where I am staying [and a one minute walk around here and you have had your fill 
of the scenery], and the National Park, which is located in the city.  The Park is 
a jungle.  Seriously.  So...being in the jungle is safer than walking the streets 
here? December.
My "marker" re where I am staying is the fancy Intercontinental Hotel.  I decided 
to go over there and get a second opinion.  I asked open ended questions, and got 
the same answers.  It’s December!
So...if I can't explore without feeling safe...why am I here?  I feel like a caged 
tiger.  I even mentioned to the office ladies about purposely not carrying much 
money on they don't take much.  And they told me that that would just make 
the mugger angry and he would hurt me.  Great.
The other thing is, I have yet to hear English being spoken.  One of the reasons I 
came here is cuz so many people were supposed to speak English...thus easier to get 
around and communicate.  When I ask if anyone speaks English, there is usually 
someone [out of several] who will say "a little".  
So, not feeling safe is a deal killer.  But on top of that, not being able to 
communicate just puts it over the edge.
It’s not impossible for me to communicate here [I could if I put forth the effort], 
but if I am going to have language barriers, I would rather be in France or Italy 
or any where in Europe.
I suppose it was pretty aggressive for me to think I would want to hang here for 
a month without ever being here before.  After bad could it be?  I kept 
thinking...worst case scenario...I’ll sit at a cafe or coffee shop, watch people, 
and read a book.  Well...duh...this isn't Europe!  That doesn't exist.  Or doesn't 
exist anywhere near what I have in mind.
There are also some other concerns, but it really doesn't matter, since the above 
speaks enough for itself.
I told the apt rental people here that I’m only staying a week.  Tomorrow I will 
change my flight coming back.  I don't think any place else in the "area" 
interests me.  I suppose, gut feel, there is a reason I have never explored this 
part of the world before [when it was so close when I lived in Houston].
All the above said, today I used my 20 some years of street smarts/living in crime 
infested Houston and Baltimore and put on my "Don't F With Me" face and walk, and 
did explore the area that is "safe".  However, it wouldn't have made my top 20 list 
of things to do.  BUT, I did get honked/whistled at, an unbelievable amount of 
times. This place puts Italy to shame.  Would have enjoyed it more if I thought 
Panamanian men were even remotely attractive.  Ha.



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Panama City, Panama – Day 0

 December 3, 2006

 I had been back in Baltimore for a couple months and decided I would leave the 
cold and snow and travel to some place warmer.  I decided I should go to some 
place in Central America.  Years ago when I was at University, a good friend 
of mine grew up in Panama City and LOVED it there.  I had always remembered 
that.  I did some research on Panama City and discovered that a lot of 
Americans are moving there to retire.  Other interesting tidbits:
* One can drink the water
* They use the American dollar
* Safest of all Central American cities [which I learned isn’t saying much]
* uses the same electricity as the US
* More internet available than in the US
* Lots of people speak English [from the days when the US owned the Canal]
 So, I rented an apartment in a high rise for the month of December.  
I thought I would just hang in the city and also explore other parts 
of Panama.  I would learn some Spanish, surf, explore...after all, 
how bad can it be?  Worst case scenario, I will sit in a coffee 
shop and people watch.

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