|There was a volcano in there somewhere...|
Lodging was looking pretty bad in Santa Clara until we found the XS, a campground/lodge/bird sanctuary owned and operated by American ex-pats for the last 16 years. Sheila showed us around the place, and the restaurant could have been taken straight out of Chicago, her former home. We enjoyed some authentic, American style pulled pork which Sheila cooked up in her crock pot, and it was a nice taste of home.
|English menus and barbeque pork: a traveler's guilty pleasures...|
|This Scarlet Macaw looks pretty good for being 60 (human) years old!|
|This Toucan, like most of the birds there, was rescued from owners who didn't understand the responsibility of caring for tropical birds.|
Patrick had a line on a place to stay in Panama City, which was only an hour away, so we left a note with Sheila for Tom and Alex and moved on. We wandered around Panama City for an hour or so, and finally happened upon the "Panama Passage" hostel, which was set up specifically for overland travelers headed to and from South America. We met up with Shawn(sp?) the owner of the hostel, and found out that there were not enough rooms for all of us. Tom, Alex and Anna then rode up, and we decided to crowd in for one night, and try to find somewhere bigger the next day.
|Parking at the Panama Passage|
A celebration was in order, and it looked something like this!
|Charlie toasts the end of Central America, Andy looks on|
|Jill and Kim enjoying mojitos|
|Tom: "I'll have ten of those!"|
|Anna: "I just had ten of those!"|
|Alex the sly, Patrick the wise|
|Charlie: "Is this one of those pools you're just supposed to look at?"|
|(After pushing me in) I guess not!|
|Shirts, jeans, boots and all.|
|Ummm....I think we should go!|
|Safe, sound and soaked back in the hotel, with cash to spare....Cheers Central America!|
On the road to the dock at Carti, then on the boat for Columbia!