Experienced World Traveler?
I flew up to San Jose (Costa Rica) on Friday (Sep. 24) to pre-position myself for my Saturday flight on U.S. Air. They fly a daily non-stop from San Jose to Charlotte which, since one of my sons live there, is ideal for me. Of course the flight from David arrives too late in the day to make the connection with U.S. Air, thus the pre-position and over-night in San Jose.
As I was checking in the hotel I noticed the headline on the newspaper laying on the front desk. The English-language Tico Times headline blared, "Costa Rica on 'yellow alert' hurricane warning for the next 3 days." What?
It suddenly dawned on me that if the severe weather in that part of the world is not aimed at Panama I am probably not aware of it until after-the-fact, until the stories of the devastation make the headlines. And if the storm is not headed at the U.S. it gets scant attention from the English news channels in Panama (FOX News, CBS Denver, etc.).So, "Duh, let's start our trip by flying into a hurricane." And to add insult to 'duh', the Hurricane was named 'Matthew'. Ouch!
And The Beat Goes On
I escaped the hurricane unscathed - it blew off north of us. I arrived in Charlotte on Saturday evening welcomed by the heat (it was close to 90 at 8:30 at night) and advised that all of North Carolina was suffering from an extended severe drought. Well, Sunday about 11:30, as we were on our way to the Carolina Panthers football game the drought came to an abrupt, frog-stranglin' end! And Thursday afternoon as I write this the sun is finally beginning to peak through. Anything else you want me to 'fix' while I am here?
Oh, and by the way, I am headed to Wilmington (N.C.) next. I just read in the paper that they have had 15 inches of rain in the last few days. And, as the after math of Hurricane Nichole moves through there, they expect that there rain grand total for the week may reach 25 inches. What is that following me?
The Good Old U.S. of A.
In Panama we gringos sometimes roll our eyes at some of the gyrations that go on in the Panamanian political arena. Well gringos, try this.
A District Prosecutor in the Detroit has been indicted for sexually harassing women. To date all four women (seems women keep coming forward as this story spreads) were people who the prosecutor's office had been professionally involved with, e.g. people he was being paid to protect. And - ready for this? - his method of harassment was by text message. "Your honor, the number one charge against the defendant involves moron tendencies." My God!
It gets better! One of the witnesses has told investigators that he tried to charm her by offering to take her to an autopsy. (I am not making this up) However, he stipulated she had to wear high heels. I SWEAR I am not making this up.
Well, I imagine you have already guessed - the prosecutor is not available for comment. He has entered a rehab program. Yes, a rehab program. I wonder if it was 'Stupid School' or 'Kink Academy'?
Cultural Shock!
I am often asked why I left Costa Rica in favor of Panama - usually asked by Americans whose only knowledge of this part of the world is the advertising tourism blitz Costa Rica has waged over the years. I know that because, until a few years ago, that was my only knowlege of the area. "Panama is the place with the canal, right?"
Well, the reasons for Panama are many and varied, but my afore mentioned quick pass through Costa Rica gives a good example. The hotel complex I stay in close to the airport in San Jose includes not only hotels but a casino and a Denny's (Yes, that Denny's).
The Costa Rican Denny's menu is identical to one in the U.S. - well, except there is rice, no grits and the English is in fine-print. My breakfast was a waffle, two over easy, two strips of bacon and a cup of coffee. My check was $13.78. Gulp!
Talk about culture shock. Keep in mind, I just left the land of 70 cent Budweiser long-necks the day before. You know....but.....you forget.
Word Of Warning!
If you are going to travel in Latin America it helps to speak a litlle Spanish. But, all words are not equal. Yes, hola, gracias, por favor, etc., come in handy. But, the floors in the airports are ceramic tile. And the floors in the San Jose airport are massive. As far as the eye can see is nothing but that high-gloss marble flooring. You better learn real quick what one sign in particular means, or you will- trust me - learn the hard way.
"CUIDADAO! Piso Mojado", means "Caution! Wet Floor". Ouch! Hate it when that happens!
Till Next Time. Pura Vida.
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