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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...

I hadn't planned on going to Jaco, Costa Rica. But in Little Corn I befriended a girl who lived there and invited me to stay with her for a few days when she got back. By day we'd hike up the hill or walk on the beach. By night we'd catch a movie, drink some ladies night drinks, or make hummus or chickpea burgers from scratch. It was a nice little break from hostel life that made me miss having access to those comforts of home: a kitchen (many hostels have them, but it's a pain to really cook in...

While visiting Costa Rica, in between hiking the cloud forest, I decided to give Monteverde horseback riding a try. Most backpackers come to the town to do the zipline or the bungee jump or possibly both. But as I've tried so very hard to establish here: I'm not extreme. And I don't like heights. And I especially don't like falling from heights. So as much as people keep calling me Supergirl, I have no desire to actually fly through the air like a bird, a plane, or a speeding bullet. So instead of wasting my money or fertilizing the landscape with my...

I've established already that "thrill seeking" isn't exactly part of my vocabulary. So, while everyone else seemed to go to Monteverde, Costa Rica, to zipline or bungee jump, I preferred to keep my feet firmly planted on the ground. So, instead of flying through the trees at top speeds, I chose to take my time, hiking the Cloud Forest Reserve for a good five hours. Half the time, it rained, and the other half the wind blew the raindrop reserves from the trees. I was mostly alone, choosing to go slower, or veer off another direction anytime I saw someone...

Don't go to Little Corn. Because years ago the locals didn't even need money. Because years ago the men catching lobsters would hand them off for free. Don't go to Little Corn. Because it's the kind of place where you need a flashlight to see your way back to your bungalow after 6pm. Don't go to Little Corn. Because there are no streets, there are no cars, there are no motorcycles, there are no golf carts. Don't go to Little Corn. Because there is only power for half of the day. Less when it storms. Don't go to Little Corn. Because the bars there are almost entirely filled with...

I stayed in San Juan del Sur, Nicaragua, for eight nights. That was, maybe, seven nights longer than I needed to but, in that time, I went to some beaches, went to some bars, had a little fun. Really, though, the only reason I stayed in San Juan del Sur for as long as I did was because I wanted to stay for Sunday, and, therefore, stay for the infamous, debaucherous, weekly event backpackers drool over: the Sunday Funday Pool Crawl. Sunday. Funday. Pool. Crawl. Sunday Funday in San Juan del Sur is kind of like a bar crawl in that...

I've determined two things about my desire to be a surfer: 1. I need to take more lessons. 2. I need a bathing suit that isn't broken. Because I can't stand up on a board. No matter how hard I try. And because the straps broke off my bathing suit back in Caye Caulker and the waves in Hermosa were so strong that my top ended up around my waist. (No worries, I put on a tank top...