We've been in Panama for two days now, but it seems like weeks. There's obviously still TONS to explore around the city, but I'm already comfortable here and it even feels a bit familiar.
First of all, I love it. For me it has the ideal balance between chaos and structure. It's very safe... people are at least as friendly as they are in the US, if not moreso. They go out of their way to help us and put up with our mediocre Spanish. Our hotel right now isn't in a great area (though not a bad one either), and I feel totally safe walking a few blocks to go to a diner.
Even though it's safe, there don't seem to be a lot of minor enforced rules. Taxi drivers ignore speed limits and stop signs. The drinking and gambling age is 18, but I've heard even that's not enforced. You don't get the feeling that you're being overprotected or treated like a child.
The food has been MUCH better than expected. There are several vegetarian cafeterias that we've found already which are incredibly good and cheap. The one we visited tonight was owned by a very friendly Chinese couple (have you ever heard Chinese people speak Spanish?). There were maybe forty different dishes they had, and a serving of any one was only fifty cents. I asked for orange juice without sugar (most fruit drinks here have sugar) and they fresh squeezed it for me for only $1!
My entire meal, including two glasses of nearly the most delicious orange juice I've ever had cost $5.50.
The lima beans and patacones (plantains!) were particularly delicious.
I LOVE plantains. They are so good it's ridiculous. The fried ones aren't good for you, but they also have boiled plantains. The fried ones taste like sweet potato french fries and are satisfyingly dense. Every time we end up at a non healthy restaurant (like at night), I get patacones and salmon.
TONS of places are open late here. Anywhere in the city you can walk a few blocks and find a diner with a HUGE selection of cheap and decent food 24/7. Even that awesome vegetarian restaurant is open until 11pm!
At first we'd get charged $5-6 for every taxi ride. That doesn't sound like a lot, but taxis are the primary way to get around here. You can easily end up spending $30 this way every day just hopping from place to place. This surprised me, however, because I'd heard that they were only $1-2.
So we tried an experiment.
We left our backpacks and cameras at the hotel. The taxi pulled up and we told him IN SPANISH where we wanted to go. Instead of using a specific building, we told him the area we wanted to go to, as if we knew the area.
It was the furthest taxi ride we'd had, other than the airport ride. We asked how much and he said in Spanish, "two dollars.... is that ok?".
Since then we've adopted the strategy of NOT asking how much the taxi costs and just handing them two dollars. No complaints. That's how non gringos do it, I bet.
I haven't spoken Spanish in years, and I've totally forgotten how to conjugate all the tenses, but I remember a surprising amount of Spanish. We talk to everyone in Spanish. We went through the process of getting SIM cards for our phones in Spanish. We order our food in Spanish. Tonight we had a conversation with our waitress about her kids in Spanish.
I'd say that my Spanish is at the baseline for what's necessary to live in Latin America. Definitely nothing impressive, but enough to get by. To make sure that we learn the most possible, Todd and I speak to each other in Spanish as much as possible. I've just put a dictionary on my phone too, so I can learn new words as I need to.
We still haven't settled down, but we have a few good leads for apartments now. I think we'll move into one in the next few days. The first night we stayed at a gringo hotel, and it was embarassing. I was embarassed to even talk to the staff there because every conversation had the subtext of "I'm an idiot tourist."
Now we're staying at a hotel that's nearly as nice and less than 1/3 of the price of the other one. We went up to the roof and we met some guys from Venezuela who are staying here too. The other people on the roof looked to be Panamanian, or at least hispanic.
I'm looking forward to getting a little more settled. I haven't had a refrigerator in nine months, so that seems very exciting to me. The internet situation is ok here, but not great. Working on sites is annoying and I can't get VOIP calls working (although I DO have a US number that forwards here for only 9 cents a minute!). All of the apartments we're considering have high speed internet.
A side thought: I got a LOT of money for selling my stuff. Not millions or anything, but more than enough to pay for this year if you include my car. I lived in an RV, too, so it's not like I had a mansion full of fine art and golden ponies to sell. It's another answer for the "I could never afford that" complaint. Sell your stuff, spend the year learning how to make money on the internet, and live the life you dream of (if you dream of traveling the world and becoming financially independent).
Nick, had to connect in LA and had the option to stay and visit friends. Not that it wasn't tempting to head to Japan straight away. :)
nice one dude, this is good shit! it takes some balls to do this. i m planning something similar myself in time. i too have the balls!!
i think you guys are ahead of the game if you've already outsmarted the cab fare scam. mmm...plantains. i love them too. they're big in indo.
Sounds like you're learning a lot. A comment about your last paragraph. I think it might be a better idea to first learn how to make money online, before selling all your stuff. I might be wrong.
Btw, Tynan, I met Neil Strauss yesterday in NYC, definitely fun times.
Todd and I have a tendency to not plan anything. Last year when we went to Japan we had no plans and nowhere to stay when we landed there.
Life Nomadic 2008 is no different.
Before we left I spent a considerable amount of time trying to find a an apartment to rent online. We even worked through Century 21 here in Panama, which turned out to be a colossal disappointment. They found us a place, but then when we got here they skipped on a meeting they were supposed to have with us and then said, "Sorry! He doesn't want to rent it short term anymore."
The flight was long. I wore a suit that I wanted to bring, but didn't want to crumple in my luggage. For the 14 hour leg of the trip, this may have been a mistake.
Flying to Incheon, I was wedged between a very friendly machinist from Wichita and a very friendly mother from Seoul. They both spoke some English.
I didn't sleep on the plane. Through much trial and error, I got through immigration, bag check, and customs. I met a very friendly man who was hired by my recruiter to bring me to my employer. In very friendly, very terrible English, the man asked me for money for a single bus ticket. I didn't expect to be paying for this, or to be unaccompanied, but both conditions were more than reasonable.
Before I boarded the bus, the man also gave me a poster board with the cell phone number of my employer written on it. He explained helpfully that I could call the phone number with a phone. I explained that I did not have a phone. "Koreans...very kind," he responded. I asked if my boss was going to be picking me up. He answered, exasperatedly, that "Korean people...very kind." I was carrying three heavy pieces of luggage, so I decided to take his word for it.
The three hour bus ride to my city was incredible. This may have been because I hadn't looked at anything more interesting than a tray table for most of what was verging on a thirty hour day. But many of the mountains South of Seoul were really stunning. The novelty of seeing all the wacky Korean cars on the wacky Korean roads with wacky Korean signs was also fun, and hasn't quite worn off yet.