Manuel Antonio, Costa Rica, is a dream land of beaches and rainforest. It is not too easily accessible and you can still find empty beaches, wild animals (such as monkeys, racoons, birds, lizards…) and a paradise of white sand and coconut trees.
It was crazy. The road was bumpy and extremely narrow, we were surrounded by the rain forest. We passed other trucks and there were barely enough room for both the bus and them, one of us had to stop each time and we were inches apart.
On Tuesday morning, we boarded the bus, barely awake. It took us just an hour to get to the border. There, we had to take our bags (stored underneath the bus) and go to a small round room, with tables. We put our backpacks on the tables and waited for what was coming up next. Sure thing, a custom officer arrived 30 minutes later and searched us.
The streets are just a mess of cars stopping, cars trying to turn, to reverse, to park, all at the same time and at full speed. “Diablos Rojos” (city buses), cars, motocycles, trucks… just ram into each other constantly and never ever give way.
We left Panamá city for David, and now we are in Boquete, about 1 hour 1/2 from David.
Panamá is a strange city, somewhat a bit schizophrenic. Half of it is old, half of it is new. Anything in between is either demolished or in construction.
It’s a different world here. Palm trees and coconuts, food stalls in the streets, people hanging out chatting at 3:00am, military and policía with machine guns at every corner, tinted windows and bullet proof doors…
I had planned to write a great post about packing, but I was busy doing just that. Packing. Oh well. I bet half of you weren’t that interested in knowing how many underwear I was taking anyway (the answer is obviously seven).
Snacks, sodas, take-outs, pastries, desserts, appetizers, food stalls, fast food… you would never go hungry in North America provided you have some spare change in your pocket.
Between 4:00 pm and 5:00 pm, Ottawa changes. People are rushing to go back home, either driving either taking the bus, some go out for a quiet drink while office buildings empty out. A slow transition which takes place every night.
I’m looking forward to packing my bag and go. I haven’t practice the art of packing in a while though, and trust me, when you go traveling for a few months… you need to pack right.
Followers speak a weird language: home run, end zone, touchdown, powerplay, and mostly “scooooooore”. Their Gods? MLB (Major League Baseball), NFL (National Football League), NBA (National Baseball Association) and NHL (National Hockey League).
This is my last week of work at school, and I’m facing what is perhaps my most tricky mission so far.
I arrived Monday morning wondering how to deal with the whole situation. How much French could I teach in three days, and how willing would the employees be to learn? How would they handled the fact that they were losing their jobs?
One of the thing that usually bring me happiness is music. As far as I can remember, I have always liked it. I was lucky to have been raised in a family where Pink Floyd lines were quoted over diner and where music would be played all day.
Some would love the Westboro Baptist Church to be sued for hate speeches, while some say (without supporting them) that groups like them may be the ultimate test for the First Amendment and free speech.
We didn’t do anything. Just tried to do some laundry. And yet, we ended up at the police station… and got into a big mess.
As much as I love Canada, I just can’t stand the idea of spending another winter here. As much as I like my job, I just can’t teach another minute. As much as I love my normal life, I need some freedom.
A while ago, inspired by my English buddy Graham, I decided to build a shop for this website, to sell some photography. After a lot of tweaking and editing, the shop is finally ready!
Owning a house. The true American dream.
North America is a land of settlers, a place where everything is possible, even buying one’s little piece of heaven. Land and a house on it. Far from expensive Europe or overcrowded Asia. A lot of households make it. Home sweet home.
Like any other expat/ immigrants, Sasha occasionally misses home. Her “5 American things you can not recreate in Europe” made me laugh… and I figured I could easily list 5 French things I can not recreate in Canada.
Do you believe in random acts of kindness?
According to the rules, “the exchange focuses on doing an act of kindness without expecting anything in return other than that the recipient will, in their turn, pass the kindness along and pay it forward in their own way.” I was one of the commenter who agreed to receive a small gift (you bet I was!) and to pass it on to other bloggers.
This last post of the “How to… Canada” series presents online resources to learn more about Canada.