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My sunburnt arm pressed into the wooden deck. My head, propped up with a balled up, wet, pink elephant-print sarong I'd purchased in Thailand. My eyes were closed and I breathed in and out with the waves. It was uncomfortable to say the least, but I was just trying to block out the nausea. The sun was setting on my fourth day of what was meant to be a five day sailing trip: we had officially hit open water that afternoon. For the first few hours I did doing nothing but sit, staring at the horizon. "Everything is going to be...

You can't go to Panama without visiting the Panama Canal. I'm pretty sure they check that when you exit at immigration. Pretty sure. (Though, I wouldn't know, because I didn't really go through immigration when I left.) The Panama Canal was forged through the country in order to connect the Atlantic Ocean to the Pacific Ocean. The French started it, those damned Americans finished it, and now it's all under Panamaiac control. No one I met seemed too impressed with their visit to the canal. Though, I tend to meet a lot of backpackers who just seem to care about drinking....

I didn't exactly intend to spend an entire week in Panama City. Don't get me wrong, it's a nice city, probably the nicest capital in Central America. But I probably only needed 3, maybe 4 nights tops. But, alas, I was trying to book a boat to Colombia and all the ones I wanted to take kept getting full. So I booked one that left a week after I arrived and settled at that. I didn't do much there besides wander around, eat a lot of ice cream, drink in the hostel bar, and cough. But it wasn't a bad...

After a week of falling into more and more trouble in Bocas del Toro, I needed a detox. Sometimes I retreat to a new city with an intention of just relaxing. I did the first time I went to Chiang Mai after Vang Vieng. I did it the second time I went to Chiang Mai after India. I tried to do it in Little Corn after San Juan del Sur. And I did it in Boquete after Bocas. It was a nice place to chill out. Mountains. Trees. Nature. All that shit. I wished I could do some better hikes, but...

1. I am not drinking tonight. I arrived in Bocas del Toro on the Fourth of July. In the morning, in Puerto Viejo, I watched Joey Chestnut break his hot dog eating record with the help of a vpn, a borrowed cable login, and espn.com, and I found myself missing home. Though, which home that was I'm not sure. And I realized that the two places in the world I wished I could be, no longer ever would be. I wished I was at Coney Island, which will never be the same because in this past year two of my favorite...