I visited the house where I’ll be living for the next six months. It is seriously in the middle of nowhere, about a 30 minute drive from David up in the mountains. I started out from the hostel, and instead of being smart and turning around and going a couple of blocks to the Interamerican Highway I decided to go in a different direction that I had taken before when riding a bus into downtown David, figuring I could hang a left and getting onto the Interamerican. Well, it didn’t work that way. I got lost, of course, and ended up in downtown David in spite of myself. Trying to get out of there I hung a left turn into a one-way street. Since the Panamanians try to save money by not posting signs on their streets I didn’t know and naturally coming right at me was a police car.
The cops pulled up next to me and I rolled down the window and immediately played the gringo card. They said it’s a one way street and I said, “I know,” in English. I’m lost. Where is the Interamerican Highway? The sergeant who was driving started to tell me and then made motions that I should follow him. Actually I was quite a ways from the highway. When we got there he stopped and rolled down his window and I thanked him profusely and went on my way. I was lucky, because I WAS in the wrong and he COULD have been a dick about it, but he wasn’t.
The ride up into the hills was beautiful. Most of the houses were well kept and the scenery was extraordinary. Clouds hid the tops of many of the peaks and in places had dropped down into the valleys. Ascending you cross several small rivers with plenty of white water, but I’m not sure if they are used for sport though I did see some advertisements for white water rafting.
I met the people who own the house at the only restaurant in the area. A little roadside place with a half dozen outside tables but under an extended roof so they would still be usable if it were raining. The lunch specials were a choice of chicken or beef with beans and rice and a “salad” which was actually a few strands of spaghetti with a light tomato sauce. The cost was $3 a plate.
We then went up to the house which was another three or four kilometers up the paved road and then turned off onto a small, muddy, rocky dirt road with a couple of native houses. You drive a few hundred yards through an orange grove with no clue that a house is anywhere around until you make a left turn and there it is. It’s about a year old. Three bedrooms, two baths with one of the bedrooms made into an office. The roof extends quite a way around all four sides of the house providing protection from both sun and rain and there are four hammocks in strategic places.
The views are really spectacular. Out the back and on the sides are views of the mountains and from the large windows in the office, kitchen and guest bedroom, where I will be staying, you can see the Pacific Ocean.
The owners are leaving a week from this coming Monday, the 17th. I stored two of my big bags there and will go back on the 16th to get final lists of people I need to know and wave goodbye to them the next morning. I don’t know how all this is going to work out without having a car, but the buses run on the nearby road quite often, at least during the day, judging from the number of them I saw on my ride today. No pictures today, but they will be coming.