We started off our morning adventure early towards panama on a shuttle. Brooke found new photography subjects on the shuttle which consisted of the most beautiful family ever. Somehow these two people were the perfect combination to make the most beautiful children the world has ever laid eyes on. The obsession continued on the shuttle, over a sketchy bridge, through customs, through another customs? onto another shuttle and finally ended after the boat ride. For future reference, if a customs officer hits on you just put up with it until your through it will make the whole process much easier. After a day of relaxing in our cheap 3 bed private room which was shown to us by the most chilax hastler, Ariel, Michael and Brooke went on a search for Ariel to book a tour of the Islands in the morning. On their search they went to every single tour place asking for Ariel which did nothing until they talked to a shop owner who knew he was down the street. We waited for him with his friends while he made his way from another island to meet up with the gringos who were requesting him. As he pulled up Michael and I were quite confused, apparently there are two Ariels in panama and this was not the original. The awkwardness endured after he got off the boat not recognizing us either was quite painful as we tried to strike up conversation and ask about tours although he clearly was not in charge of them. We then decided not to book a tour. The night then began with hitting up Mondu Titu a local hostel that was celebrating 80's night and we were all about it. Walking in, it was quite scarce but we sat down at a table of fun loving people which included, Luke the funnest human being (apparently if you want to meet awesome people you must go to California), an Irish couple who have tried cows utter and testicles, and Jaque the short shorts wearing man. The night consisted of cards, power hour, a lot of yelling, table dancing, and rocking 80's music which are by far the best party starters and party jamming music ever. Although almost everyone at the table seemed to be offended that we were not alive in the 80's. Yay youngins.
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