Panama City –
Waking up, streching, then having a view out of the window: Today there seems to be a biathlon race going on for charity. The street in front of the hotel is fenced off and runners, inline skaters and cyclists share the road. Downstairs in the restaurant hall is a large breakfast buffet – and since breakfast is the most important meal of the day, we have a good one .
Then, we decide to visit the ruins of the old city of Panama (Panama Viejo) which are even quite close down the road. At the entrance is a parked chicken bus, which I like to take a photo of – Ena continues to the entrance to get us some tickets. Just as I took my first shot, two policemen on bicycles turn into the street, greet me and ask if I can speak Spanish. The “Un poquito” with a wink doesn’t seem to bother them, since now a storm of words breaks loose by one of them. I didn’t quite get all of it and I guess this guy is way too busy lecturing me that my “por favor… no tan rápido” gets drowned by his words – but from the context I kinda get what he is talking about. They introduced themselves as “policia de turismo” in the flood of words I heard the buzzwords “región peligrosa”, “cámara visible” and “no continuar”.