Panama City seems to exist somewhere between happening urban center and crumbling old village. We stayed in Casco Viejo, a picturesque area that contains the mayors house, tons of old apartments and cafes, as well as holes in the street and abandoned churches. The more urban part of Panama
City was more impenetrable--being used to exploring european cities, we spent quite a few hot hours searching for a city center or square, only to give up and end up in a mall.
Santa Catalina proved to be the exact opposite of this. Not only were we essentially the only tourists, we soon became the entertainment for the evening (I promise we were just walking to around). An absolutely tiny town, most of the locals depending on the daily bus to bring them mail and basic food items from neighboring towns. There was also a daily futbol game on the water before sunset, and we quickly found that the best way to spend an evening was watching the game, beer in hand, before retiring to our three dollar a day cabina and collapsing on a hammock.
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