I had grand plans for my long weekend in Panama City.
Almost none of them materialized.
Instead of walking the seawall and visiting the fish market, I slept off a night spent staring at the city view from an outdoor nightclub on the 61st floor of a hotel. Instead of a picnic in the park and a tour of the biomuseum, I went to the hotel gym and tried to sweat out the remnants of a bottle of whiskey. Instead of visiting Casco Viejo, I lay by the infinity pool and rested my legs from a night spent dancing barefoot in a swimming pool down the centre of a bar.
But, as our friend Jeff somewhat-relatedly pointed out, “we never thought buying a bar in Panama would be good for our health.”