it's all a blur. there was a long line for a festival, there was sun and sunburnt panamanians, there was a drizzle and then rain, there was a head of hair that went curly, there was even more waiting, then a rush onto the outdoor venue, then more more more rain and wind and falling over festival equipment and ruined cables and after an hour of hell a notice that the show was not going to start for another four hours, but then there was an open bar VIP lounge (thank you sony ericson) and then the tantrums ground to a halt. then there was more drinking and waiting and then we bombrushed the stage (sans the kris) for tego calderón and calle 13. puro love. then we slept for 45 minutes and woke up at the exact time we were supposed to get to the airport for our flight to bocas, which was all sun and rum and some guy named manuel, apparently. food was delicious, minus the lapses of food poisoning, but the dolphins were way cuter. but trying to put it all in type is silly. why don't you just, for photo documentation and visual evidence, head over to my wastecentral profile (or "wastebook", like all the cool kids are calling it these days, apparently.) i love you more!
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