It’s less than a two hour collectivo ride to Panama City and we’ve decided to pay a visit to some shipping companies. I’m not prepared for how modern and American the city seems. I know, of course, that the Canal was only reluctantly turned back to Panamanians around the time I first passed through. But cab drivers have accents straight out of LA or Albaquerque and every known fast food franchise has staked a claim. Which is lucky, for those drivers who need to feed a hangover.
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