Panama City.
Traffic gridlock
Went for a meal last night and ended up at a
restaurant, then on to a cafe opposite the Marriott, where we were surrounded by girls out looking for punters.
My latin riding pal Javier dismissed them all by simply telling them I was English and to my dismay, that was taken as being enough reason to move on. My dismay being not that they moved on, but that purely from being English, I and any fellow countrymen are dismissed as not being worthy of a hookers time.
Why?
Is it that we are poor?
Is it that we are regarded as not having a latin libido? If it was the later, it didn't stop these pneumatically enhanced females from plying their trade to the Americans that were dribbling all over the place.
Are we wetter fish than the yanks?
I was a good 200lbs lighter than most of them if that makes any difference.
Perhaps, and I'd like to think this was the case, we are renowned around the world for being more honourable, chivalrous and loyal to our spouses.
Spending today trying to find new tyres and booking flights across the Darien Gap into Columbia.