Every couple of weeks I take the bus to Bugaba to visit this cigar factory to get my supply of nicotine.
(Photo from Don Ray’s fine http://www.chiriquichatter.net/blog/)
It sits up a fairly steep grade out of downtown Bugaba on the road to Volcan and Cerro Punta, so I ride the bus up to the factory and then walk back down into the town simply because I like the exercise, saying hello to the residents who live beside the sidewalk and, well, just because I like walking down the hill.
On the way there is a bar I pass that’s closed in the mornings. It’s the bar’s door that tugs at the imp hidden away inside me.
There are two rather substantial padlocks that secure the door.