Yesterday morning, we got up early, packed our stuff and left the city. In a small bus we sat in the last two rows, our belonging either between our legs or laid on top of our laps and watched the driver bring us up the mountains, through small, snake like streets until we had a view over Panama’s hilly landscape (the pictures were taken out of a very bumpy bus)To get there, we had to cross the canal first, of course.
When we arrived at our hostel, it turned out to be a very cosy little, slightly rustic place, with a single bed in the room and a small bathroom. Perfect. We also met the cutest little houseguest.
It didn’t take long before Jacques wish was grante and a tropical storm came upon us, with enough water to fill a small ocean.
We then spend the afternoon idly walking through town, admiring the mountain view and chilling at the hostel.