In recent years measures were taken by the government and dubiously necessary Carnival Office to ensure that carnivals in the nation’s capital, Panama City, lived up to the hype garnered in no small part by the country’s dashing strides in tourism and real estate, and whoever lives near this murder scene can grab their complaints and shove them up their sour-trout asses… myself included.
One would think they have entered Prozac Nation upon arrival but that first impression is not something that can be held accountable to the residents of Chitré; on the contrary, the problem is that many of us that are so used to the hectic, smog-dominated city life that visiting such a tranquil place is nothing short of a system shock. You can literally feel the darkness of your soul slowly peel away the further you venture into the city. The air feels cleaner, everyone says “hello” to each other and, unlike Panama City and its traffic, modeled after the southwest ghetto district of the 7th ring of hell, drivers are actually courteous on the road. You can actually tell how many people from the capital are visiting Chitré by the way they’re driving… because they’re so damn rude.
After the very real threat of being very raped by a very depraved and very drunk woman while visiting the Queen Wars in Chitré the night before, I woke up Sunday morning with an insatiable thirst for carnival hotness. I don’t know what it was, perhaps it was the 4-hour drive or the lack of [...]
February is a very contradicting month: not only do you have the annual opportunity given to you by Hallmark to tell the person you love that you do (and if you didn’t then oh noes!) but right a few days later you’re granted to a 4-day holiday fueled by debauchery and lack of self control [...]
Hello, ladies and gentlemen. I just wanted to drop by and say hello because I’ve been a little lazy with my blogging duties as of late and Yamile bitched me out about having a responsibility to my readership or something but hey, nevertheless she was right. I’ve changed jobs (non-porn pastures so that’s a plus), [...]
If there’s one thing Panama knows how to do right, then it’s how to party. Any excuse is a good excuse, be it good or bad; I’ve gotten smashed out of my brain for stuff as mundane as getting up in the morning and being alive, getting a new dog, NOT getting a new dog, [...]